Guy in a pizza uniform gets on the train. His face is shot full of holes. ‘Do you mind if I sit here,’ he says, voice high, ice-green eyes unblinking. I move my feet. ‘Not at all.’ I know what he is, but good manners cost nothing. He sits down opposite and I count the
Well, what do we have here then? An anthology…by women! How preposterous…it shouldn’t be allowed! That my friends is why Boudicca Press exist and why they are so very special. They’ve blasted out of the gate and are tearing up the track with this delightfully put together anthology, featuring, you guessed it, a full female
