Charles heard Holly coming long before she arrived; the frenzied clicking of her heels across their marble floors gave him welcome warning. He sighed and slid further down into his plush leather chair. “We should buy a house.” Charles’ eyebrows lifted high over his glasses, but his eyes remained fixed on the book in hisContinue reading “Subtext”
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The Doll
He found the first hand sitting on a tuft of scrub grass, fingers splayed up in the air, like sprouts from a weed, the bloodless stump of a wrist balanced perfectly against the ground. Andrew was walking home from school across the moors when he spied the hand on the side of the road. HeContinue reading “The Doll”