Almost dark, the air cold and damp. A lawn merges into a shrubbery with large patches of wet, bare, mossy earth. I place Douglas, stiff and still, on the ground. I look around; no dog-walkers, no noisy gangs of feral…
David teaches Communication at New College Lanarkshire. He has published over 100 short stories. He enjoys hillwalking, visiting historic sites, reading, watching telly and supporting his local football team, Kirkintilloch Rob Roy FC.
The Highland Line
After a short pause at a busy station in a cheerful tourist town, the train swung through a mile or two of tame green farmland and then shot into a dark wooded pass with the suddenness of going into a…
