Hull to Haddon Hall

Short story, performed for Liars’ League Valentine’s Day event, February 2020

“He had a few photos of Nicholas now, sent down second class post, the envelope dirty like it had been stepped on. He’d kept one in his guitar case for a while, but it had got crumpled, colours rainbowing where it folded, like petrol spilled on a road. He should look for the other photographs, see where they’d got to. They’d seem to just drift off into the occult jumble sale of Haddon Hall. With the silver-painted ceilings, the Buddhists and swappable boyfriends always traipsing through, and David’s brother, fresh off a sectioning, ranting in the kitchen.”

Read more and watch the performance by David Mildon.