I screamed from my bed. No, it wasn’t my bed. Not even my bedroom. It belonged to this bloody care home I was living in. I glanced… Read more “Sixty Years to the Wrong Man”
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King’s Street
“Fuck off. The fuck you doing?” I roared, as I raised my fists. There were four carers around me. Two lads holding onto me, while two girls… Read more “King’s Street”
One Final Dance
Albert Wetherby didn’t know where he was. He didn’t know long he’d been there and he didn’t know why his bed was empty. Where was Val? Their… Read more “One Final Dance”
The Carer
“Simon, I’m going to quit on Friday.” Nick said, running a hand through his wavy hair. “Bro, it’s your third day. You’re going to quit after only… Read more “The Carer”
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