“Hey, Little Songbird” by Becca Elizabeth

Hey, Little Songbird

Theo was…actually, good question. Theo wasn’t sure. West. He’d crossed the river, definitely, then gone West on the Central Line (that airless box, full of grey-faced and weary people, sixty feet under).  Theo was getting uncomfortably used to these crowded, anonymous spaces. He used to drive, of course – not … Continue reading