An Accidental Run to Smalley Green
It began with an empty space.
I noticed it take form in my diary, a run of blank pages, cleaned of life. The weeks leading up to and after this time were messy, every page scribbled with reminders and events, presentations, shifts in A&E, drinks with mates. But as time passed, nothing encroached on this odd little clearing in the forest, and sometimes, I wondered if was all down to me.
Perhaps some instinct, something subconscious, was meticulously making space. Perhaps this was the...
