The Disarmed Man
Published Tuesday 30 December 2008
James Eccarus gazed out across the
ice-strewn river towards Southwark bridge. As he pulled his
scarf from his throat, the cold winter sun stung the back of his
neck. He rewrapped the scarf, more tightly this time. He
lent forward, resting his elbows on the walkway’s handrail. He
clutched the book in his hands to his chest, scared that it [...]
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