Spending Time With You by Abi Hennig

We joked about what might happen if and when they closed the door on the room with the bars on the windows. You wanted to be banged up with Burglar Bill – swap stripy shirts, stories of swag bags. Mum walked out whenever the subject came up. It wasn’t a laughing matter, she said. The … Continue reading Spending Time With You by Abi Hennig