Thirteen Steps from Heaven or Hell

The rain tore from the sky, fat droplets hammering the driveway and bouncing almost to my knees as I rapped on my neighbour’s front door. Royal blue, I noted, like those short, summer dresses she favours. Like the polka dot number that barely reached her thighs the other day while I was crouched washing my car wheels. The memory was as clear as the sky had been ten minutes before. She’d

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