“Everybody clear!” My body arched under the defibrillators, again and again. Why wouldn’t they leave me alone? A dull throb rose in my ears, quieter than a few moments ago; a regular, slight sound, washing over the other intrusions and my skin prickled. I looked around wide-eyed; dawn had broken, and tall trees surrounded me.… Read more Across the Limen

Mr Roberts was utterly disgusted by life. Somehow, he ended up as a ferryman which meant he saw the worst of humanity, day after day after interminable day. “Vermin!” he’d exclaim, his face contorting to a snarl. “Like a plague. They just keep on coming.” He stopped caring. Unkempt and surly, he’d brandish an oar… Read more A Special Kind of Hell