Nanna, Fanta and Withering Looks
“Oh dear, I think we might be lost,” says Nanna. Poppy wakes from her daydeam and turns sharply to her grandmother. The faint ghost of …
Category: Stories
A hard man at the end
He couldn’t remember the day that his whole world became soft. Then again, memory was proving to be a funny old thing lately anyway. He …
Cedal Hairspray
The smell of Cedal hairspray permeates every corner of the room. The cornerstone product of every dancers “beauty bag”. More often than not, applied way …