Static crackled in my ear.
– I just wanna know who wrote the story, Sean. I’m not after an address or a phone number.
– Yeah, right. 4,085 more words
‘Thanks for coming, Mr Earlwick,’ said Elizabeth, the assistant curator of the gallery. I don’t think I acknowledged her.
The painting was beautiful. The two children it depicted, a boy and a girl, were running through a field of strawberries with wicker baskets hanging from their shoulders. 2,089 more words