He’d tried his hardest to stay still and let sleep claim him, but it just wouldn’t happen. He needed to be outside, running through the fields. He was suffering from a bad case of what his mother had always called ‘jeukende poten’. Itchy paws. Kaspar knew of no better term to describe the restles...
He’d been having second thoughts about agreeing to talk to Glitz!, even though the magazine’s editor had been delighted to learn of his change of heart. One of Glitz!’s senior writers had been lined up to conduct the interview. Indeed, if his train had arrived at Brookwood Station on time, he sho...
I lay curled in the bedsheets, wondering whether to go join him and see if he needed any help scrubbing his back. Or maybe I’d just roll over and sleep a little longer; after all, it wasn’t like I had to get up and go back to my own place. After he’d poured his heart out t...