Tracey Watkins


I am a writer.


I was told today that I had lost my spark…    and at first I laughed because I had only been listening to half the conversation but later whilst on the train home I caught sight of my reflection with its pale skin and dark haunted eyes and realised what she had really meant and the barb pierced swift and deep like the stinger of the wasp that had once chased me down a wooden pier at Weston-super-Mare when I was five and mum said, ‘Don’t scream so loudly it isn’t lady like! Hush now! Everyone is looking at YOU!’ but …Read more

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