Short Story: Burnin’ of Dreams
I climbed the mountain. Dragged myself up and over it. Big achievement. The guy from the local paper was there. Big grin, stupid little microphone-thing clipped onto his smart-phone. Asks a dumb question. Goes: What are you going to do next? And I go Next? Next? Ask me about what I’ve just fucking done, you dumb cunt! And he goes, mate, there’s no need …
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