The Blind Palm - Free Trader Beowulf
Gunpowder in the tray. A flash of light. Face obscured. Suddenly I’m awake. Same dream again. The bedclothes twisted around me, drenched in sweat. Glance at my father’s watch loose on my wrist: Late for school again. Fuck it. Aunt Maude’s solution to my problems. The Gravesend prep school. I pack my bag. Reach out … Continue reading "The Blind Palm"
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