แท็ก: frame-story

My aunt Denise won't take the stairs in any car park now, not even the two-storey one at Tesco, and for years she wouldn't explain why. She told me the whole thing last November, at her kitchen…

"No, I never saw him. That's the first thing you should know." Dennis says this before I've asked a single question, before I've even got my coffee off the counter at the Wetherspoons near Preston…

"—and I told her it's just a stain, Denise, everyone's got a stain like that on a rented carpet, it doesn't mean anything." Marion says this over the rim of her mug, not looking at me. We're at her…

बारिश की आवाज़ थी, यही लगा था मुझे। छत पर टप-टप, हल्की, लगातार। बालकनी में गया तो आसमान साफ़ था, तारे तक दिख रहे थे उस रात। आवाज़ नीचे से आ रही थी, चाचा के घर की सीढ़ियों से — कोई चॉक की डिबिया हिला…

"No, I never touched the soil on Fourteen. Whatever you heard, that's not how it went." Ray said that before I'd even got the lid off my flask. I'd only wanted to know why the plot next to mine was…