Hairshirt In Reverse
“Have you seen my shirt?”
“Have you seen my shirt?”
Amy parked by The White House, where the sheep dawdled in the road like truculent teenagers, and took the path up Blackstone Edge.
Her parents were hippies, obviously.
Trevor always said he didn’t believe in luck.
2021. Alison and Shona are sheltering in their local Wetherspoons on a wet Saturday afternoon.