Watching (Part 1)

1           Henry stood like a sentinel behind the heavy, musty net curtains. They had been white once, but time and the pervading march of a nicotine filled atmosphere had made its mark and the curtains were now an unpleasant murky yellow in colour.      One last drag on a cigarette, then it was groundContinue reading “Watching (Part 1)”

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