It’s that time again – here is part three of my short story. Go go go read read read!
By Hassan Izzo
Before I go any further, I feel I should clarify something and that something has to do with my childhood. You see, it was brilliant. I never wanted for anything. Mum and Dad loved me and I loved them. I never did what I did because I was a troubled child. I wasn’t trying to bring attention to myself and it certainly wasn’t a series of cries for help. Still, I wonder how much undue attention I brought on my parents from my inquisitiveness. After all, we knew everyone on first name terms down at A & E by the time I was ten. From what I can remember though, no one ever suspected anything untoward was going on at home. I guess they took one look at my parents and could plainly see there was no malevolent undercurrent to their personalities and that I was…
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