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Posts from the ‘Tim Bristow’ Category

I don’t come from there anymore

Scoresby has a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes and how these do they beam a steadfast and penetrating gaze on me as I fidget with a notebook and pencil.

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corso nights

A young girl comatose from drink is dragged away from the gutter where she sleeps by three men who tell the watchers that they are all old friends, they disappear with her into a darkened laneway.

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