Torsade Literary Space The Mirrors (part twenty-three)
The Mirrors (part twenty-three) There was trash, quite a lot of it—floating oil cans and tires, bottles and medicine tins… A little raft of soaked cardboard signs, opposition work from the coroner’s race. And driftwood, fencing in everything. William poled them onwards. “There ain’t gonna be a beach, ma’am.” “Don’t […]