Don’t Your Hands Get Wrinkled?

There’s some truly excellent bathtub writing in Service, John Tottenham brand new novel. Here, illegally probably, is a sample: I slid into the tub as it was filling up and once submerged increased the flow of hot water until almost boiling. Then, and only then, did I know something resembling contentment. It is my duty… Continue reading Don’t Your Hands Get Wrinkled?