tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post8876204659916494642..comments2023-11-03T07:57:36.350+00:00Comments on Sarah's writing journal: In the driving seat - a 50 word storySarah Salwayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08254413682817411906noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-25244324297459073662009-05-23T00:04:53.972+01:002009-05-23T00:04:53.972+01:00Ooooh thank you so much. I love my story. So glad ...Ooooh thank you so much. I love my story. So glad you liked the CD :)CL Taylorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04650291635298634215noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-68353059945916054932009-05-19T20:52:00.000+01:002009-05-19T20:52:00.000+01:00‘Turn around when possible.’ That’s what he heard....‘Turn around when possible.’ That’s what he heard. A space of silence and then again, ‘Turn around when possible.’ A calm voice that could be in Guthrie’s own head. He opened his eyes. A jagged line across the glass. The broken wall on top of his bonnet. His legs trapped.Douglas Brutonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12625886640338360592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5959261.post-3490134223037903432009-05-19T16:34:00.000+01:002009-05-19T16:34:00.000+01:00On the screen was a smaller square but you'd need ...On the screen was a smaller square but you'd need to squint to see it. On the smaller square you'd see by squinting, was another smaller square. And another. Behind the frame of each was a man. Old square eyes they called him. Always watching the screen. Old square eyes.Kathrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03100413586341334127noreply@blogger.com