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She was an old lady by the time I got around to meeting her. Dad invited her over for a Sunday roast, a day of hugs and catch ups and football on the telly and cups of tea and cans of Stella and another glass of red wine for Mum and lots of boredom, whilst I pushed my Thomas the Tank Engine around and poked my dinner and stared at the dead flies by the curtain...1 reviews - read now
Terence Corless never stops impressing me. So pleased to read his short story Gladys. An intriguing, mystical, sad and joyous mind bomb of a story.