Domestic violence bystander – The Residents
‘Cripes. Why’s that young fella gotta train so late?’ Edgar complained as he buried his grey head under the pillow. ‘His body clock’s stuffed from all that boxing,’ said Susan. She pulled up the doona and snuggled into him. Dull thumps punctuated Beethoven’s Ninth from the radio as they drifted off to sleep. The next Continue Reading →