Leeron Heywood Writing

Filling Your Brain With Flowers

“I don’t understand how you do that.” “What? I’ve always wanted to play a trombone.”

Lacking The Magic Words To Make Grown-Ups Understand

Dad was still at work. Mum was having a bath. The perfect time to play dress-up with your little sister, who was only allowed to be your sister when grown-ups weren’t around.

The Straightest Queer Honour Guard

Lisa took a deep breath and tried to think of a diplomatic way of saying this. She really didn’t want to shout at her brother when he was trying to help…

To This Day Button Is A Bachelor

“Is this the, um, ‘Gay Animal Sanctuary’?” “Please tell me you’re here to ask about volunteering, not to read me a church screed…”

Engraved By A Thousand Passing Souls

Master Yorick sighed. “If by ‘it’ you mean ‘the concerted collaboration of thousands of souls across a timespan which makes us look like mayflies’… yes, that’s it.”

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