‘So when do you belive the hallucinations began Jack? Actually, when do you think that they stopped?’ the doctor asked, a pencil line of frowning lips adding yet another crease to his already crumpled face. Interlocking his fingers and leaning forward, the elderly doctor tutted under his breath and gave a long considerative blink while … Continue reading A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee
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To Filt in the Waining Sun
The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun