North East born and bred. Attempting to write whilst tumbling through life.
Derek had packed all of his stuff up into his luggage bags and waited in the front room for his taxi to the train station. He'd managed to clean up the kitchen and left everything as he had found it.
Anna pulled the car into the huge open field where the farmers market was being held. She shut the engine off and climbed out of the car.
Derek grinned at everybody. He looked at their rosy awe struck faces. The clapping died down and Anna began to speak. 'Thanks for attending everyone. And special thanks to our guest of honour Derek.
Derek awoke with a start. His head was pounding. It was still dark outside and the wind was raging. He could hear the branches of the crab apple tree scratching the window.
1. The music was pounding through the sound system. The beat was deafening but the atmosphere, electric. The air was full of anticipation for the New Years Eve countdown.