Novel Ideas
Thoughts on prostitution, from Lynne Hackles
Creative differences
Lynne Hackles
There’s ten minutes before my rendezvous. It sounds the right sort of word. I am meeting a stranger, another writer. Ten-thirty at The Bluebird Tea-rooms.
My suggestion was that one of us wore a carnation, the other carried a copy of Writing Magazine. She wasn’t up for it and said she’d recognise me from my website picture. I checked her website for a photo. It turned out that her picture was at least ten years out of date and that’s my excuse for accosting a very pleasant lady who was intrigued about my blind date. Afterwards I wish I’d stayed chatting to her. She was more interesting.