There's somebody standing in the corner of my room.
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. Well, "standing" may be the wrong word. There's someone IN the c...
He likes his own room, but he likes mine more. He's five. Half the time, if he had his way he would climb back insi...
There's somebody standing in the corner of my room. That's what she told me most days and as normal, I ignored her. I...
She could tell I was faking it.
Savouring words was a joy to him. Illiterate for many years; he learnt to read and write late in life. His appreciati...
She could tell I was faking it. My smile felt wrong, though no one else knew. She knew. A glance at the priest standi...
She could tell I was faking it. They all could. They'd have to have known I wasn't "fine". I mean, come on. It's not ...