SHORT STORY: THE TRAMPS’ LOCKER

On one of my walks, I happened across the ‘lost property drop’ or the ‘tramps’ locker’ as it was affectionately known by the whacked-out night-shift nurses. In these late night and early hour states I strolled; neither fully asleep or awake; both there, not there and all that’s in between. The drugs they’d given me … Continue reading SHORT STORY: THE TRAMPS’ LOCKER