Tripping With Dad – Part Three
Serial Fiction ‘Did you grab my lyrical shoes from the room, Dad?’ ‘Shit! I forgot. Let’s run up and get them.’ He checked his watch. ‘We have about an hour, plenty of time.’...
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Tripping With Dad – Part One
Serial Fiction In the bathroom of the hotel lobby I stared past the finger-smudges and backsplash at my frowning reflection. I’d done my hair three times already; once in the room and twice in...
