‘Frozen Fireworks’, Readwave, February 6th, 2014. The last real day is bright and brilliant with a sky full of clotted clouds that tumble along like cream puffs in the thickening air. When the storms break, they cast scaled and feathered flying things down onto the sand, and the sand begins to swim like wet concrete around them. 292 words
Dr Suzanne Conboy-Hill – finding fiction
There are two of me; this one is the writer, the scientist has her own space elsewhere
