Stuck in time, forgotten and unwanted, the sad porcelain clown sits waiting to be chosen.
Visiting the charming, quaint tea house in her small town was Claire’s favorite Saturday morning ritual. She rode, the basket filled with fresh flowers she picked along the way. Her routine was the same. She would lock up her bike, then head inside for a cup of English Breakfast Tea. Patricia, the owner of theContinue reading “Sunday Photo Fiction – The Bicycle Basket (200 Words)”