Cock Killing

A short story by Graeme Swanson Every member of the Morrison family was born with enormous teeth and Morag Morrison was no exception. They had been in her head for eighty years and they hung about the front of her mouth like pale, indolent teenagers. She yawned like a donkey and got out of bed. Morag shuffled down the length of the carpet and pulled open the dust-coloured curtains. Two cock-hens stared through the rain at her: one was bright and proud... Read More