All my thoughts are winding

If you sit on the edge, the wood shakes you when the trains go by. It makes me feel like the plastic dentures Johnny got Granny as a joke one Christmas. There's a little screw at the back and when we wound them up they chattered together so much they juddered along the table and... Continue Reading →

Red

Mum keeps his bedroom door shut. His pictures are still in the living room. They used to gather dust, but not any more. She must polish them when I'm not looking. She's taken his coat off it's peg and his shoes out of the hall. It's like he's just gone out. Or run away, like everyone... Continue Reading →

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