That time When I asked for a glass Of wine and you Brought back two Bottles. Or when you went To town to window shop And came back with bags of Clothes. I call it mission creep. Things got out of Hand – you say – It wasn’t my intention. But you knew all along.Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘Mission Creep’”
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MW Bewick 