FICTION: Cold Spring by Martin Westlake -
It hit them as they walked down to the tracks, a hot urban fug heavy with diesel fumes and the thrum of engines. ‘Where did that come from?’ Sonia asked. ‘It’s a hot day, remember?’ Jerry replied. Let’s hope there’s air conditioning in the train. We’ll be boiled alive if there isn’t.’ ‘Ah, Jerry said.Continue reading