Category: Short Story

ARCHIE McLAUGHLIN was perched awkwardly on the fold-away camp chair, which was nestled neatly into the harsh sand of Grobust beach, located in Westray, the northernmost isle of Orkney. The wind was rippling the fabric of his grey suit, which he had paired with a plain-white shirt and a patterned tie with muted colours. This… Read more