by Tara Gould
This story was published in the Asham Anthology “Don’t Know a Good Thing”
Under the old turnover bridge Caspar Bliss holds up his top in a roll above his nipples to let the sun warm his bare stomach. He runs his palm over the flesh to get a sense of living. He is a lean man, the muscle is like tyre underneath the skin.
Tara Gould is the Creative Director of Short Fuse and the Editor of the Short Fuse Stories web site. She founded Short Fuse in 2007 and has hosted it ever since.
She writes short fiction and plays, teaches creative writing, and also works as a writer/consultant for arts and theatre groups. She has won two awards for her short stories and has had two plays broadcast on BBC Radio four. She is working on her first novel.
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