Jack

He squinted. The fat girl had been talking continuously for 2 minutes and 43 seconds, which to him seemed like hours. Her face seemed very far away at the end of a dark tunnel. … Read more

Wings

Wings

I knocked gently at the attic room door. There was no answer. I knocked again a little harder this time and I heard a short grunt from within.… Read more

A Dormouse Tale

Seven hundred miles away, just outside the small village of Penne. On the edge of a very large oak forest in the south west of France, an edible dormouse named Bernard, waddled across the wooden floor in the attic of the old farmhouse. … Read more

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