It always arrived, wrapped in paper in a blue plastic bag. If you never asked where it came from then it was yours for a ‘reasonable’ price. And trust me, you didn’t ask because it was all the rage at the fashionable dinner parties. Truth
Clare had gotten used to the chalk graffiti on her garden wall. If you could call it a garden, just a patch of grass and concrete before a high brick wall that separated her from the dead end lane beyond. She felt grateful for the
Buildings contain remnants of their previous lives and there are few stranger places I’ve worked in my time. I seem drawn to unusual premises, and in London there were such rich pickings. In truth, the building was not really one but several that had become
Everyone has a motif. They might not always be aware of them, but they show up in tattoos and jewellery, and in absent minded doodles. Hearts and stars are common, representing love and luck. Flowers too are popular and have a variety of different meanings.
I always find it curious that for some reason, at the top of mountains and at the edge of cliffs, or somewhere equally as precarious or impressive; some crazy bastard has seen fit to build a cross, often of stone, but not exclusively. Generally speaking
My best guess is that this was school building, judging by the evidence. Although the layout is unusual, churchlike in places with arching doorways and stained glass windows over the stair well. Upstairs was what I assume to have been the assembly hall, the largest
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