टैग: handwriting

I was cleaning the windlass wrong, running the rag along the square end instead of the shaft, and I didn't notice till I'd taken half the brass off with it. My hands were somewhere else. I kept…

Marion heard the engine first. A narrowboat, she thought, some idiot running late for the Sallow Lock before the paraffin lamp went out at ten. The diesel chug carried flat across the water, the way…