On Davis Row

by N.R. Walker

sometimes all it took was getting laid off work and trying to make easy money to feed a family. Sometimes parents didn’t give a shit and kids had to steal stuff to survive. Sometimes they got lost in the system, trampled on by life, blinded by the fact no one seemed to give a rat’s arse. Sometimes they were forgotten; sometimes it was desperation or mental illness or addiction that kept company with bad decisions and unfortunate circumstances. And sometimes good people did bad things.

There was a glimmer of house-pride there, underneath the beaten exterior.

“No, not too far at all,” I lied. The truth was, it wasn’t far in kilometres, but the emotional mileage was huge.

I love the plots for NR Walkers books. But my god she is repetitive

“What makes you think I’ll let you kiss me?” It was a lame response but all I was capable of right then. He smiled. “I seen the way you look at me. And you make a really good toasted cheese sammich.”