Pigeon

I gather them up from the battlefield. Men who come to me wide-eyed with terror and pain. I remember, one of them, he pushed me back. His missus was gonna ...

Sophie didn't remember much about hospital. What she did remember was a vague collection of scents and sounds and sensations. The sharp smell of disinfectant, the wailing of other kids ...

“Do you love me?” he whispers, like a child seeking reassurance from his mother, “do you love me?”She reaches out a pale hand and strokes his hair. “Of course I ...

Cigarette smoke is the first thing. It's what the air tastes like; gritty and delicious, like a curse word when you roll it around your mouth and off your tongue ...