I've recently become obsessed by marbles. They have such lovely names and for obvious reasons I need some. When I'm not up to posting but still want to follow my fellow bloggers I often write little posts and save them as drafts so my blog list...

The legs walk across the carpark. Why don't they buckle? They want to buckle. They could buckle and the body could fall onto the tarmac and the mind go far away and not come back. Oh the temptation of that! But something keeps them walking. For...