Todays prompt is colour. I think of lots of colours when I think of Emmet. Pink, white, grey, orange, blue, yellow, green. The colours of hope, of love and grief, of my pain and joy.
Morrison's baby section, lovingly placed opposite the self service till which I frequent regularly now interups what used to be a calming and enjoyable lunchtime sabbatical. When I'm getting my lunch it never fails to find new ways of stabbing me in the tender spot where my heart is still trying to stitch itself back … Continue reading Dinosaur hat