Instalment Eleven – The Twisted Times of Bella Basura

CHAPTER TEN
THE SUPERNATURAL CONFESSIONS OF EDITH ANTHRAX

 The first I knew about it was a frantic message on the ansafone “The Spikes have split up. Ring me. Please”. But I’m afraid I ignored it. In semi-hibernation we lay low almost dreaming, in ice-cold caverns of bed clothes, where hands and feet froze into torture appliances of surgical steel. Bella and Jesus are spending the day in bed, again. It was sunday…more

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