‘You know what I mean,’ PC White growled and dropped the items into a clear, plastic evidence bag.
‘I really don’t. The spoon was used for a yoghurt I bought at the all-night garage and I thought I’d lost that card months ago.’ 334 more words
The chilly air didn’t make him feel any better.
His skin itched and his scalp tickled, as the hair follicles pushed forward their growth.
He felt like someone was walking on the peripheral of his wobbly vision, teasing his mind. 495 more words