When I heard Barney’s body hit the ice on a frosty morning it was like a gunshot. I held the phone away and shouted into the mouthpiece, then lay in bed holding my pillow over my head as the ambulance sirens drew closer. Barney, like me, had kept to himself. It was just the two
Part of the job here at STORGY is that I have to read a tonne of books, everything from short story collections, to anthologies, to independently published fiction, to the great novels from the larger publishers – poetry sometimes, experimental the next… I read everything and everything. Eden is one of those books that wraps
