No Giant, No Cry

Little Jack was excited.

“Mum, Mum look what I got from the market.”

He showed his mum the magic herbs.

She sighed. At least it wasn’t fucking beans this time.

“Good lad Jack, now roll a fat one for me and put some Marley on there’s a good lad.”

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Diversified Writer

Darren is a short story and novella writer. He likes tall tales that have humour and heart. He’ll occasionally bring you poetry, finance and health blog posts.