*Third Log:
He sat.
All day Saturday, he sat beneath the tent, looking tidy and sharp in his black trousers and crisp white shirt, which was open at the throat.
His friend's aunt had put several of his paintings on di…
He set the journal on his desk, and didn't touch it for four days. Every day, he sat in his study, staring out the large windows at the sea. The breeze that blew in through the open French doors smelt of sea sal…
(Note: That last post wasn't directed towards anybody. So if you thought it was... sorry.)
I have this new idea for a new series of writes. I read a line somewhere that gave me an idea for a short story... so here it …
