Cynthia swung her leg back and forth, whacking sandal strap and heel against the thick tree stump that formed the base of the bench. She sat hunched, facing the entrance to the cypress swamp. Now that Mother was gone she could breathe. Shallow breaths jittered in the dark cell of her chest cavity. Her little
Tag: LA Robbins
The keeper collected Paul at the train station at 8.30 on a late October morning. Paul didn’t see him at first but then a man came forward and offered a limp hand. His hair was light brown and he wore a wax jacket of the same indistinct shade. They climbed into his muddy Land Rover.