
All I remember is the sombre whisper in the middle of the night, through the depth of my sleep.
A group of a dozen would scamper along, white kerchiefs tied round their heads. Others would have their funeral caps on.…
All I remember is the sombre whisper in the middle of the night, through the depth of my sleep.
A group of a dozen would scamper along, white kerchiefs tied round their heads. Others would have their funeral caps on.…