He’d found the box of photographs in the attic. He didn’t make it up there much these days. He spent the morning heaving tea-chests around. Outside, inches from his head, rain hammered on the roof.
A BOX OF PHOTOGRAPHS by Simon Kewin
He’d found the box of photographs in the attic. He didn’t make it up there much these days. He spent the morning heaving tea-chests around. Outside, inches from his head, rain hammered on the roof.