Highland Mix
“Take my hand, come back to the land – where everything’s ours… for a few hours.” Who could have ever…
Goodbyes
The tall steel shutters creaked and whined mournfully as she drew them shut. Her hands shook as she strained to…
An Old Town
The sky was a neon tangerine. A sulphurous glow spreading steadily, like cancer, across the horizon; highlighted by hints of…