My First. The room was small and insignificant. One of those sad back-of-the-mall jobs. The guy, whose name I didn’t bother to enquire, was middle-aged, unkempt, not particularly friendly, yet somehow entirely trustworthy in the eyes of this 18-year-old. He pointed at his wall of frames and, in a thick East London accent, asked meContinue reading “5 x 100-Word Stories”
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Up Top.
The morning after the night before, I stop at my local petrol station for yet another chore on my boring adult list of things to do and get. I am over-tired and under-hydrated. If only my friends weren’t so damn fun- maybe I’d have some self-discipline to leave before last orders on a school night.Continue reading “Up Top.”
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