When I was a little girl I used to have to be tucked up in bed before the landing light could be turned off, so that when I was left in the dark I knew I was safe.
How can you write a story about a near death experience escaping a burning block of flats if you’ve never been trapped inside a fire-engulfed building?
I believe that our dreams are strongly attached to our conscious selves. This piece is the opening to what I hope to be the story of a man trapped in modern day culture and stereotypes.