Welcome to Lydia Ink. Here in? Short stories, poetry, occasional opinion, novel exerts, perhaps another opinion or a letter to non entities and flash fiction.
Lydia Ink dumped her paints here, had a fit and went about making up for it. The fit not the paints
If you insist but I have no idea why, I won’t change a thing. Maybe.
It was a dark and stormy night when I decided I hated everything written by the Bronte sisters and Jane Austen. I know that probably kicks me out of the league of women despite my gender qualifying me but the only thing a woman hates more than green peas is deception.