Human person. Chorley, Lancashire, UK.
“It was free!” the man opposite me exclaimed. No warning; an otherwise silent bus journey. “Can you believe it?” he continued, his index finger…
A realm of stories alone. Lands unseen with mountains unfelt. A place witnessed not by eyes, but only through glass…
The boss was displeased. “You call this an egg?”, he bellowed, whilst his beady eyes passed over the seemingly endless row of cages. “I’ve vomited…
