Helen Hodgman, Jack and Jill

The sun was up – stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus stops.

Helen Hodgman, Jack and Jill

The sun was up – stuck like half a tinned apricot on a sky awash with all the colours of a fading bruise. Down below the living dead were forming their complaining queues at bus stops.