In the bunker, Betsie sold kisses for bites of a sugar mouse. She leaned towards boys, dress swirling, luminescent buttons glittering in the gloom. Lips…
Abi Hennig lives in Brighton, by the sea. In between teaching and writing mini stories, she spends her time losing gracefully at complicated board games…
Cut a long piece of paper At my bedside she used read me poems. Poems that grew from a sparkle in her eye and exploded…