A female driver held open the door of a Mercedes as Dame Alicia Greystone, dressed in a black silk trouser suit, moved down the steps and flowed onto the back seat like a moonlit ocean wave. From her handbag Dame Alicia pulled out the handwritten notes she had scrawled last night. She had not wanted to be the keynote speaker… Read it
Sara (the result of a collision between a Northumbrian coal-miners daughter and a Moroccan itinerant) currently lives in London. For the last few years she has been studying the art and craft of writing at City Lit college with an emphasis on short stories.