The Home for Writers with Neurological Conditions
Had he wanted to romanticise, or to dramatise, he would have decided that the dreams woke him, but he knew it to be untrue. He woke to the hot, pervasive sun, to the taste of gravel and its numbed imprint upon his face; to the acrid smell of stale urine, and the sound of the […]
As featured in OCD-UK’s members magazine: Aaron’s face lights up in a way she’s not sure she has ever seen in him before. He leans in toward her as if about to divulge a great secret, his face almost too close to her for her liking. ‘I’m going to the Compulsion Factory today,’ he whispers, […]