‘Hazel’ by Aled Thomas
Hazel Swedish and new and steel it would take his thumb as keenly and cleanly as the shoots off the hazel canes he’s shaving and stacking against the wall. The wound would be the same, for a bit – the colour of cream and smooth as an ice cube on a zinc bar. The other wood – that stuff that comes on a truck – … Continue reading ‘Hazel’ by Aled Thomas