A week previously. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone is but a neck, suspending eyes over a screen. Necks are exposed, vulnerable, easy to crack.” Callum accepted some more wine from his girlfriend’s stepdad and avoided replying by sniffing it. “Don’t… Continue Reading →
Callum liked digging. The literal unearthing of ancient things – what could be better? Gold earrings or pottery, it didn’t matter, what was important was finding them. Revealing history, he called it. “All of history is there, under the grass,… Continue Reading →
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