The Living Ghosts
Onto the wave crashing sand, souls on parade. Neil was humming rather loudly, his voice floating and drowning rhythmically with the gorgeous sound of the sea. A pleasant evening indeed!...
The Last Lap
‘On Your Mark’.. (Whistle). Kuppy flew off the cemented stub and dove head-down straight into the cool and heavy green water. All the cheers and sounds that were buzzing around...