On reflection it was perhaps youth and its restlessness that always took people away… corners turned, bridges crossed… The real challenges come surreptitiously… almost… and seem little more than normalities. Is this the sign that caprice is being buried under the rubble of real change? On Monday morning he wakes early and drinks coffee, trains,Continue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘For Years / Four Years’”
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MW Bewick 