In the event of mice falling from the sky, we were told to buy cats. If the reverse happened, then we were to buy dogs. There was, however, no plan to cater for a storm of poodles. They fell like balls of cotton wool with teeth, yapping and snapping, licking and lapping. The populace fled. The police grew overwhelmed. Society crumbled. In ever-deepening streams of white and pink and blue, those most decorative of dogs took over. What did I do, you ask? What else was there to do? I opened a grooming parlour.
Richard is a writer and author of The Eternals Series published by Creativia. A former Authonomy.com gold medalist, part of HarperCollins, Richard has had many short stories and poetry published and always feels extremely privileged each time. A prolific writer, a constant source of clearing his mind, Richard has created this website to share just some of the many poems and prose he has written that would otherwise have fallen by the wayside. Reading and writing have always been Richard's main love along with the pursuit of keeping fit. Running, walking, and anything that provides a spectacular view always feature highly for him. Running in the rain with his headphones on whilst dreaming up some future storyline is just about perfect. It would be nicer still if that run was in Switzerland or Norway, but we can't have everything. Oh, and coffee, lots and lots of coffee. View all posts by Richard Ankers