It was then I understood properly that I was going to die. Pictures kept rising in my mind of all the things that I would never see and feel again. They were small, silly things that I didn't know I'd loved: the yellow irises flowering in the bogs by Loch Quien; Sheba twisting around to lick her ...
It began the moment he opened the front door. “Karim!” his mother screeched. “Where exactly have you been? Don’t you know what time it is? Don’t you realize that I’ve been worried half out of my... ” She stopped, having taken in the full horror of h...