Avian Resurrection (part 1)

When Alfie opened his bedroom curtains, he had seen nothing in the greenery of his back garden that could possibly suggest he was about to get off on the wrong foot. Or even twist his bad ankle, slide ass over tit down his own stairs and slam unceremoniously into the front door to have the morning’s post deposited onto his aching head. In the moments following his spectacular fall, Alfie could do nothing but blink in astonishment. And then he did a slow check of potential damage. He wiggled his toes, he flexed his knees (a satisfying pop but neither … Continue reading Avian Resurrection (part 1)