hidden dreams

It was the spring of 2014, just over eight years ago now000. I had written yet another short story for an anthology – it was my way of breaking into publishing. This one was called “A New Year,” and was inspired by Bastille’s song “Laughter Lines”: You took me to your favourite place on EarthTo see the tree they cut down ten years from your birth.Our fingers traced in circles round its history,We brushed our hands right back in time through centuries. As you held me down, you said:”I’ll see you in the future when we’re olderAnd we are full … Read more