‘Right, you worthless maggot, get that fucking kitchen cleaned,’ I say, getting into role. ‘Yes miss,’ says Pete. ‘Right away.’ ‘But bring me a coffee first, and biscuits. I’m hungry and I’d like a nice biscuit.’ ‘Of course miss,’ says Pete. ‘Coming right up.’ Pete tootles off into the kitchen and I park my arse […]Read More
This was an emotive one to write.
It’s posted raw and unedited.