Debbienho !

*Skips the ritual of wishing you a happy new year because we’re well over two weeks into the new decade* Aloha. If you like poetry, if you like prose, if you like interesting perspectives, then check out Underaged Loudmouth. * The teacher’s left strap was crooked.  Peter’s eyes were fixed on the anomaly. It was off her shoulder. He didn’t fancy himself an expert in women’s clothing, but he had seen his fair share of off-shoulder sleeves. When they were intended to be asymmetrical, they had an acceptable weirdness to them, like a synthetic diamond – fake, but good enough for a child’s tiara, so not entirely useless. It was different when they were unintentionally lopsided. With Miss Jones’s every movement, the sagging sleeve twisted, with such growing persistence that it began to look to Peter like a teasing leech on her pale skin, sucking the wide neckline and the rest of her dress off-centre.   He swallowed, but all the moisture had left his mouth at some point d