Sitting on top of my clean laundry on my bedroom chair was an honest to goodness ghost. A boy of about my own age, but in a transparent grey. My door banged open and Duncan stood there in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. “What the bloody hell are you screaming about?” He demand...
The girl was like his father’s brandy. Heady to smell. Noxious at the first taste. Brandy made him cough, but always left him rolling his tongue round his mouth wanting to taste a bit more. Being around her was like being a bit drunk. How had he never noticed her before this year? He had been at ...
Her mother had attended Compass Court when she was a girl and had been enthusiastic about Sophie attending the same school. It was a two hour drive from school back to their family home in Wiltshire and her mother had been full of constant questions all the way. Sophie had tried to fill her in on...