The Stormer
Carrying a torch can get you burnt.Davina was her name and she pleaded that I should not write this, that I should not expose her to the world. Apologies, sweet Davey, whose standard would I bear if your starlit eyes had not so pleaded. Those days are gone. 1. THE WALL AND THE PEOPLE See wee Hugh, way up there, high in the sky, splashing on paint like there was a world glut - a paint lake? A paint mountain? There’s a heap of red, because he’s on her hair n...