‘Repossession’ by Rebecca Goss

Repossession “Did you buy apples?” I look at our replenished bowl and you describe the last house of the day. Taps strangled with tape, tank drained, letterbox sealed. The debris of hurried exits – one trainer, scattered CDs, pens, cheap clothes and a last bin liner, too heavy and cumbersome, its pan handles poking through the skin. There’s the damage, more than a few scuffs … Continue reading ‘Repossession’ by Rebecca Goss