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A firm tap on the window raised everyone’s heart rate, disturbing the contrived mood inside the car. The sun had been out of sight for a few hours; with the late October evenings feeling cold, damp, bleak and soulless. As Adam exhaled the cannabis smoke, he choked, overwhelmed and clearly out of his depth. The car, a 1985 ‘hot hatch’ with more than the legal number of passengers crammed into the back, sat in a cul-de-sac in a post second world war council estate, dimly lit and relatively ina...

They will hang me in a matter of days. I have watched this town grow for a long time. The children skipping, no cares visible and seamless, without worry. The buildings, erecting slowly on the horizon. My life is more complicated. It’s a struggle for the simpler things: images, memories and joy. I haven't felt joy in a while. Time passes quickly when you’re not thinking about it. But when it becomes immeasurable and the only thing you have left, it seems to stop. Looking out over the landsca...

A firm tap on the window raised everyone’s heart rate, disturbing the contrived mood inside the car. The sun had been out of sight for a few hours; with the late October evenings feeling cold, damp, bleak and soulless. As Adam exhaled, he choked, overwhelmed and clearly out of his depth. The car, a 1985 ‘hot hatch’ with more than the legal number of passengers crammed into the back, sat in a cul-de-sac in a post second world war council estate, dimly lit and relatively inaccessible. The flat ...

A firm tap on the window raised everyone’s heart rate, disturbing the contrived mood inside the car. The sun had been out of sight for a few hours; with the late October evenings feeling cold, damp, bleak and soulless. As Adam exhaled, he choked, overwhelmed and clearly out of his depth. The car, a 1985 ‘hot hatch’ with more than the legal number of passengers crammed into the back, sat in a cul-de-sac in a post second world war council estate, dimly lit and relatively inaccessible. The flat ...

A firm tap on the window startled everyone in the car. It was early evening and the sun had been out of sight for a few hours. It was late October; cold, damp and bleak. As Adam exhaled, he choked, overwhelmed and clearly out of his depth. The car, a 1985 ‘hot hatch’ with more than the legal number of passengers, sat in a cul-de-sac in a post second world war council estate, dimly lit and relatively inaccessible. It was the regular gathering place for many of the drifting teenagers of the tim...