We passed homes with the tell-tale crosses from the emergency search and rescue teams still visible on walls. Some have left them there as kinds of memorial, but others remain because the owners never came back. Many are at first floor level. That was the level of the water; the ground floor was totally swamped. Rescue crews in boats marked the part of the house that remained visible.

Every month I select one of the stories from the Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on lizcleere.com. Each story must be written to a deadline and to a maximum word count. Here Jean Ashbury tells us why she wants to go to Cuba.

‘It was not until the morning when, the smell of wood smoke strong on my hair, I stumbled outside the tent for a pee and found the bones. A piece of bleached drift-wood, that I picked up intending to take back to the fire, turned into a rib… ‘
Every month I select one of the stories from our Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on the lizcleere.com blog. Each story must be written to a deadline and to a maximum word count. The theme for September was “A day out”. Here Helen Watson shows us what she found on.
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Every month I select one of the stories from our Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on the blog. Each story must be no more than 500 words and must follow a theme. The theme for August was “A favourite view”. Here Rebecca Hall shows us idyllic Ithaca.

At the harbour, fishermen sort their morning’s catch. A disorderly queue of quarrelsome gulls argues over fish scraps. This is Los Cristianos as it was before sand brought from the Sahara turned it into a beach playground where pale northern European “swallows” eat the sun with bare pecs, paunches, breasts and buttocks.

Every month I select one of the stories from our Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on the blog. Each story must be no more than 500 words and must follow a theme. The theme for April was “a place I know well”. Here Jenny Knowles tells us about how she got stuck in the mud.

“The mud held me tight. Each time I lifted my weight onto one leg I sank deeper and the leg I was trying to free was gripped harder by the ooze that filled the voids in my wellie boot. How stupid, stupid of me – racing there before the tide and leaving the mud pattens locked in the shed onshore.”

Every month I select one of the stories from our Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on the blog. Each story must be no more than 500 words and must follow a theme. The theme for March was “On the road”. Here Aidan Williams tells us about his journey from Vietnam to Cambodia.

Every month I select one of the stories from our Itinerant Writers Club assignments to highlight on the blog. Each story must be no more [read more]