The Local by George Shaw
It’s like Assault on Precinct 13, someone said, and you could see what they meant, if you looked around. Things had been that way a while. Coming to The Palais had been a pleasure once. It had become a duty and then an act of selflessness. Like a hospital visit.
George Shaw is a sometime teacher, builder, potter, scrubber. Now lives in Warwickshire and writes stories and poems in his kitchen.
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1 comments:
George...very nice! So neat to see you at 50 to 1... it's addictive so be careful! stace