Gary Taaffe's Blog, page 5

Girls don't like rats, no mater how well you cook them.

... the smell of burning fur tightening her belly into a ball.

... the glow of a fire, too tired to shoot stars into the night sky.

"Mummy look! It's that girl."

"Why do people go walkabout?"

... a sickening thud ...

... to feed her folk on the rotting remnants ...

He re-acquainted himself with the feel of the spears in his hand.

"Put some clothes on ya bloody, idiot!"

Things were looking up