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Kirsty Logan's Writings

Short Story
The Forest Book of Bedtime Stories
When the dog starts barking, we know it's beginning. Or rather, ending. We grab handfuls of bottles and climb up onto the roof of the house. She stumbles and her foot slips into the gutter sopped with dead leaves. I grab her wrists and pull her clear - sure, she's not the person I'd choose to do this with, but she's my only option so I might as well be nice. Plus...