‘Slight’ of Hand

“I can’t bloody believe this Quinn…” David kept fluttering his fingers, his hands clammy as he paced in the room. Water seeped in from the ceiling in the corner, the smell of mildew thick on the air as the incessant drip, drip, drip echoed like a distant drummer. Their whole lives, they’d lived like this. A trailer,Continue reading “‘Slight’ of Hand”