A motley career including clerical, catering and craft work behind her, Lynda now drives a cab in the South West. She has taken many odd people to their destinations, but never a wolf. She writes short stories on many subjects, often with a surreal element as real life does not always charm her. She has been published but never won a major competition, so is delighted with this win. She’s an avid reader, a passionate cook and a moderate allotmenteer.
You meet all sorts when you drive a taxi for a living. I drove a wolf to Newquay last Saturday night. Not that I knew he was a wolf. I thought he was simply a well dressed, taciturn stranger; after Harry rang to warn me, I thought he could be the escaped felon from Dartmoor. It was only on my way back from Newquay that wolf entered my head, you’ll see why. And before you scratch your head and wonder how I could have not realized, picture this, a dark night, me parked at the back of
