you up and at ‘em. A world with no flashing lights, no wailing sirens. A world without the smell of petrol and death...
I spent four months in hospital followed by eighteen months of excruciating physiotherapy. I’m almost back to normal now, apart from the headaches. And the limp. And the nightmares.
I don’t drive any more, not allowed. So I lost my job.
But this time I really have given up drinking. Honestly I have. The crash was bad enough but knowing that your drink driving was responsible for the death of a father and his two little girls is enough to drive anyone insane.
Drive Mary insane, let alone into the dark depths of a bottle.
But at least I’ve stopped drinking now.
Honestly I have.
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Looking Back on the Summer of ’87 was first published in its original form in Issue 12 of the UK magazine The Dream Zone.
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