FICTION: WHITE SUGAR
A tongue-in-cheek graveside monologue today from Glasgow-based author Andrew Taylor. Don't read this until AFTER you've eaten lunch, 'kay?
When you can feel your heart beat in your brain you know it was a rough night. Quite why everyone is wearing sunglasses, I don’t know. They can’t be feeling any worse than me and I’m managing. Mine are in my pocket in case things get worse. They’re talking about putting Cristina somewhere, in a box I suppose? This is a funeral parlour after all ...READ 'WHITE SUGAR' NOW!