Friday Blizzard by Don Taylor

Friday Blizzard by Don Taylor

Art: Hanna Weitz, @hannaweitz FRIDAY BLIZZARD Weir’s Pumps, that’s where uncle Willie got me a start after I left Adelphi Junior Seccy.; aged fourteen, apprenticed as a fitter. Our tenement looked across the Cart, straight into the works. The foreman and Willie were...
Mr. Singh by Don Taylor

Mr. Singh by Don Taylor

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...
The Beast by Don Taylor

The Beast by Don Taylor

Art: Vera Fonseka, @verafonsekaart THE BEAST Sometimes you lie on your bed and remember. You remember the time uncle Josh came back from Canada and brought you the air pistol. He had to smuggle it in through customs. It was just like the ones you saw advertised on the...