A Boat Beneath The Darkening Sky: 2 Alice
I awoke with a sudden intake of breath, startled out of my sleep by the sound of someone, or something, tapping at the window pane. Funny. I’d slept through nights of Joey listening to Retox at full tilt, but that was back in London where our flat looked out on King’s Cross. Here, where the silence was so deep it could swallow you whole, the slightest sound, apparently, carried. Suddenly on edge, I sat up, reaching out to...