When I was a teenager this was a saying commonly used at school. It strikes me as rather odd now. Are mint balls renowned for their ability to feel especially pleased with themselves? I don’t think so. Anyway, the expression sprang to mind this afternoon (I have no idea why… oh, the mysteries of the brain) when I received a newsletter from Ether Books. My story, Buried, is number 3 in the top ten free downloads! Good grief!
There are two more stories of mine available from Ether, with another to follow later in the summer. They are: The Deepest Cut (a cheery ditty about sexual awakening, bullying and abuse) and The Whispering Wall (a ghost story, or tale of madness depending on how you interpret it) and they’re available at the bargain-basement price of 59p. It would make me even more chuffed than an entire bag of mint balls if anyone sees fit to purchase either one or both of them.
Click on the link opposite for more information about Ether and how to download the app.