Most of the time, he was angry. Two decades - perhaps more if he dwelt on it for too long - he’d worked his way up to this. Research grant secured, carefully curated team on board. And now, he’d lost it all. Through no fault of his, either. perhaps it was his own biology laughing at him for trying to decipher it.
Read MoreIt was a Tuesday evening, and he’d forgotten to let the dog out again. He must have. Why else would Juniper be sat, panting at the backdoor, lolling her head around to stare at him every few minutes?
Read MoreIn my house, there is a mirror. It hangs on the wall above a disused fireplace in a room that is, more often than not, empty.
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