Why do we limit our contemplations on the real 'cleanliness' required around us,that obviously has become a part of our stunted reality? Look out for this one!
Written from a self-effacing veteran's point of view, this piece of historical fiction commemorates the 75th anniversary of the Battle of Britain in 2015
On a beach a young man is cut off by the tide. Its dark, he's alone and can't get a signal on his phone. Will anyone come and help him, or will he drown?
