He was on Grandpa Hours now, and he wasn’t quite sure how that’d happened.
22/07/2007 Image – “The Pier” by Gwen MacQuarrie
The first time I heard the scraping in the walls, my heart shook, my bladder all but totally loosened, and a kind of mortal terror gripped my person.
2021. Alison and Shona are sheltering in their local Wetherspoons on a wet Saturday afternoon.
I wasn’t born with this face.
I was human once, like you.
African or Indian, just as long as she wasn’t English.
The railroad yard was a desolate place, and the fact that it seemed to stretch on forever didn’t help.