The Angel of The Lake
The Angel Of The Lake – Part 1 It was 5 in the morning, just getting light, and I was delivering flyers for Mario’s restaurant. He agreed I would do just one street every day before school (I’m in my first year of big school); Mario had a map back at the restaurant where we coloured-in the roads that I had done each morning. It was Saturday – so actually I wasn’t going to school – I was wearing my thick sweater (over my sleep-top that I thought it was too early to take off!), black jeggins, my short yellow … Read more