I had planned to write a lovely, witty account of my trip around Albania and how that week I had felt happier than I have in a long time. But then two days after I got back I found my beloved Dude dead in the garden and my world collapsed. So I can't write about anything. I just feel very sad and I miss him just so terribly, it is hard to enjoy anything.
I did, however, write something a while ago which has just been published online. It is called 'The Street' and it is a flash fiction story about Kazanci Yokusu where I lived in Istanbul. Completely fictional of course - but ti was such a wonderful little world.
https://flashfictionmagazine.com/blog/2019/05/11/the-street/
