This is how the story introduced itself to me…
Chin up, kidda, says the gaunt-faced, hollow-eyed woman reflected on the surface of the bus shelter’s rain-mottled Perspex panel.
She looks like me but also doesn’t.
As a fragment from the first draft, it may change. Some things should. But also, it may not. I just wanted to share something from my work-in-progress 🖤
R. H. DIXON 