Come fly with me? (short story) | Jack B Calhoun

It was a September day, the Edinburgh air on the turn from Summer’s comfort to Autumn’s starkness, and I was on my way to the edge of town shopping centre with Andy, my high school classmate. It was a Tuesday, and we were taking advantage of our mid-morning free period to check out the latest … Continue reading Come fly with me? (short story) | Jack B Calhoun

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