La Casa Roja: a short story
It is the same the following night and the one after that. I lie awake in my room; the one at the end of the corridor on the top floor of the Red House. The bed has iron railings at the foot and head. They are much rubbed by human hands.
The problem with Clare
Clare Briggs is in her early twenties. She’s a teacher at a Roman Catholic primary school in East London where some of the children love her because she’s gentle, while others take advantage of her for the same reason.