There had been cloud in the sky but now the moon shone brightly and they stood in the shadow cast by a row of terraced cottages that lined a cobbled street, polished through the years by wheels and feet and the hooves of horses.The boy held the old man’s hand.The air smelled of motor oil and char...
Not any more. They’re changing. I got patches of dead skin on the inside of my thumb and the tips of all my fingers. They’re growing larger too – growing stronger – turning from the hands of a boy into the hands of a man. Not long ago they spent their days holding a book t...