Golden light slips through the leaves, piercing the trees’ cool shade. A warm breeze caresses his skin. Below the hill, the countryside falls away into a heat haze of green and yellow, with a horizon of azure sky. This is…
Martin lives in West Yorkshire. In previous exitances he’s been: – beer salesman, pall bearer, car delivery driver, and a police officer for over 34 years.
He started to writing in 2013, preferring dark fiction and comedy. Previously published in Horror Tree, Sirens Call and anthologies.
