I do not remember dying, yet I must have. I remember kissing Arthur and bidding our friend, the Doctor, to guard him and then all was darkness. I baulk at the memory now. Arthur was a pathetic human. I recall…
Kirsty lives in the North East of England with her family and her dog. She has had short stories and articles published in various collections and magazines, and writes novels for award-winning publishers Choc Lit.
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