Hidden River by Neil Reed
November 16th, 2006 | 1 Comment
I was feeling very strange. My fantasy meats had only led me further off into the distances. I went out and sat on the wall around the veranda and listened to the sounds of night.
“Sit back and let the evening go,
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely, Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely,
Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart’s Club Band”
Someone sat down beside me [...]
