by JL Jacobs | Nov 8, 2017 | Short Fiction
Art: Lavien Darja, @lavien_darja MR. SINGH It was 10 o’clock on a hot Tuesday morning in August. Jake jumped the fence at the back of the house, swung a kick at an empty Buckfast bottle beside the sand pit, and ran across the park to the Spar. Inside the shop, Mr...
