MURDER IN
MARGATE
by A. Herrera Ortega
Today Mr Shellis and his nurse, Miss Gullis, have missed out their morning walk on Margate Sands...
...and on the seafront love and courtship have been postponed.
Everyone’s knees feel like jelly today, their chests full of eels...
...as they apprehensively approach the temple by the sea, propelled by the woeful winds...
...to offer themselves as flowers to the dead.
THE END