| Author: | sam mccoll | ISBN: | 9781386723721 |
| Publisher: | sam mccoll | Publication: | May 1, 2018 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | sam mccoll |
| ISBN: | 9781386723721 |
| Publisher: | sam mccoll |
| Publication: | May 1, 2018 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
I QUIT: There's nothing unusual about waking through the slime of a dream about rape and loss and misery, but when I grope the pillow beside me for my fags, the first as yet unformed flutter of panic forces my eyes open.
It’s true then. A feeling as intense as the death of a loved one...
SALT CUTS: I could see them swagger down the hill, bulging poly bags thumping against their sides, like a warning.
MARTIN AND ME: We never noticed how the tide had rushed silently past and sunk the banks behind us ...
THE RIVER: Come on, Liam, show us your doggy paddle...
HAPPY FAMILIES: Aiden, my four year old tells me to take some deep breaths - annoying little shit.
THE PROPOSAL: I sneak a glance at the faces of our loyal audience and it's blindingly obvious that they are already feeling terribly sorry for me.
ANYONE FOR DARTS? Aiming the wretched pencil directly at Ross's head, he shut one eye and flexed his forearm delicately and at a decreasing angle until it came to a threatening halt.
I QUIT: There's nothing unusual about waking through the slime of a dream about rape and loss and misery, but when I grope the pillow beside me for my fags, the first as yet unformed flutter of panic forces my eyes open.
It’s true then. A feeling as intense as the death of a loved one...
SALT CUTS: I could see them swagger down the hill, bulging poly bags thumping against their sides, like a warning.
MARTIN AND ME: We never noticed how the tide had rushed silently past and sunk the banks behind us ...
THE RIVER: Come on, Liam, show us your doggy paddle...
HAPPY FAMILIES: Aiden, my four year old tells me to take some deep breaths - annoying little shit.
THE PROPOSAL: I sneak a glance at the faces of our loyal audience and it's blindingly obvious that they are already feeling terribly sorry for me.
ANYONE FOR DARTS? Aiming the wretched pencil directly at Ross's head, he shut one eye and flexed his forearm delicately and at a decreasing angle until it came to a threatening halt.
