ISBN-13: 9783819730498 / Angielski / Miękka / 172 str.
Today therès nothing to see except fog. So thick that you can barely see your hand in frontof your face. I walk home over the bridge like I do almost every day. The river is only vaguelyglimpsed, because somewhere below me I hearthe dull sound of a foghorn, which is gettingfurther and further away from me....Somewhere ahead I hear a few footsteps andlaughter. A couple seems to be coming towards me. I can t see them yet, though. The fog is justtoo thick. Suddenly, a loud bang. Was that a gunshot?
Its another cold, wet November morning, here at the arse end of the world, in this damned dump in England.....