Not for the Faint of Heart

by Lex Croucher

Nobody had ever pinned Clem to a tree before. New experiences were good for the soul.

don’t know how to have purpose if it isn’t given to you.’ ‘Ah,’ said Clem. ‘Well. That’s easy. You just become obsessed with something to the point of madness, forget to eat or sleep, and one day you look up and realise you’ve made something of yourself.’