Into The Valley
The pain was at it its worst in the middle of the day when the bright rays of the desert sun shone through his tent. In the cool, dark of night he got some respite. Continue reading Into the Valley – by PM Jordan.
Into The Valley
The pain was at it its worst in the middle of the day when the bright rays of the desert sun shone through his tent. In the cool, dark of night he got some respite. Continue reading Into the Valley – by PM Jordan.
From Belfast writer PM.Jordan
White Rocks
The waves were breaking forty feet from shore. Conor pointed to them. He had to shout to be heard above the roar and fizz, “There’s some decent sets.” Continue reading White Rocks by PM.Jordan