She’s sittin there naked, except fur a pair ay black, haud up stockins an a pair ay stilleto heels; the warm orangey yella hue ay the the settin sun...
The cauld air slaps ma cleanly shaven face as ah step oot intae the front gairden. No in a bad way, ye unnerstaun. It’s good tae feel such a vibrant...
The windscreen’s misted up again so ah reach forward an wipe it wae the sleeve ay ma fleece, no fur the first time since we left the docks. The rain’...