I looked for us in Camden Town
I drove through Camden Town last night. I looked for us at that side wooden table on the terrace at Lock 17. Do you remember? We were those kids seized
Continue ReadingI drove through Camden Town last night. I looked for us at that side wooden table on the terrace at Lock 17. Do you remember? We were those kids seized
Continue ReadingThis short story was my last homework for the writing course I took at CityLit. The topic was: an interior monologue of somebody in hospital who lost the ability to
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