Yes, I know I said I'd be working on Pictures of Lucy, but I just can't help it when a new story works its way into my head.
This is semi-autobiographical.
When I'm not working, I spend my mornings in the local pub, where I have breakfast, coffee and write some words.
I then take those words to the library where I type them up.
This part of the story is true, and the 10 words I would say to Caitlin each day.
Everything after that is pure fantasy.
Caitlin used to work in my local pub, but has moved out of town,
so I wrote this as a little memento of a beautiful girl who has gone on to bring some joy to other people's lives...