The Depth of Ambition- Anna Hayes
The structure rose up in front of us, like a giant, half-decapitated ‘X’ marking the spot.
Of what, I didn’t know. This didn’t look like a place where anyone would hide or find buried treasure and we were both too old to humour such a foolish narrative in our minds anyway.
I hadn’t seen him for years – we wouldn’t have moved in the same circles but I knew him from school and we would have exchanged the odd few pleasantries over the years. Running into him in the only bar, in a backwater town ...