A shopping cart mysteriously arrives on the front lawn. Its arrival is shrouded in mystery.
But as mundane and uncomplicated as the object is, its presence has a profound and lasting effect. A short story about the search for a meaningful existence.
I began writing in my mid to late teens, sequestered away in my bedroom in rural south west England. The writing originated out of a need to express myself and to communicate with the world, something I was not good at doing verbally.
Writing became an outlet for me and it grew and evolved with me through the years.