There is this very sweet elderly lady I’ve known all my life. She’s past eighty, unmarried, very busy with gardening, embroidery and good deeds. And she is a voracious reader – with a taste, it turns out, for crime stories, mysteries and thrillers. Oh, and police procedurals on the telly. The gorier they are, the better Miss M. likes them. Continue reading
Because It Isn’t There
05 Thursday Mar 2015
Posted in Stories