The Drowned Horse

BY DEBORAH JANE NICHOLAS My mother walked into the living room to find out why her 9 year old daughter was crying. The child was curled up on the sofa clutching her knees to her chest. The cushion with the green velvet cover that was probably bought from Oxfam for 20p was being used to absorb ample amounts of bodily fluids that consisted of tears … Continue reading The Drowned Horse