Tell me a story please. I asked. I could really do with someone telling me a story. Okay then. She…
“What’s going on?” It was a uniformed Bridge Patrol officer dismounting his bicycle in the center of the span. “It’s…
I don’t get it, I don’t understand at all. All of these people, talking when they have nothing to say.…
‘Have you finished it yet?’ she asks, all eager and excited. ‘Just finished it this second,’ I place the copy…