Staple New Writing

‘The Crab Apple Tree’ published Spring 1998

‘Annie knew about souls, always had done from the first day at Sunday School. The souls of the dead were all around you. Your own was a sort of flat thing, wafer thin, lying along your spine, invisible inside you, under the skin and muscle. You could sometimes feel it glowing when things had been really bad and then had come good…’

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