The Attic Boy

The boy they found in the attic was skinny, with limbs as thin and limp as spaghetti. His eyes were big and round in the darkness and it was clear that any attempt to approach him would frighten him further. Instead they scrutinised him from the trapdoor, scanning his face and form for clues. He … More The Attic Boy

The Flat

I don’t think I could live alone again. I first moved out on my 18th. The deposit on my flat was my birthday present, and I was so excited. No more sharing bathrooms or space. No more noise. Just me. My little corner shop job just paid the rent and bills, with enough left for … More The Flat