Suggestion from Bashabi By Caroline Fraser I sometimes get giddy when I look down onto the roofs of houses and chimney pots so far below.
By Caroline Fraser She looks into the mirror at the pale, blue eyes starring back. Who do those eyes remind her of? Her mother? Her
By Caroline Fraser I wake up to sunlight streaming through my curtains, illuminating my scruffy, unshaven face. I complain at the radio, yelling at me
By Caroline Fraser The bus takes it’s time on my journey to university at 8.25am every Monday. I rub my eyes as they complain with
Caroline Fraser 250 words My new kite took pride of place on my bedroom wall. It was almost too lovely to be used. The radiant
Caroline Fraser George Watson school children on their way home Crowded buses Slow moving traffic Small shops and businesses open and busy Elderly walking their