‘The old man was still dressed in the black tuxedo and red bow tie he had been wearing on the plane and as he moved towards me over the glistening wet cobbles of the Underbank it was as if he was floating through a parallel universe.’
I enjoyed this short story which contained enough threads for a novel yet was also just right in this format. There is a singular eerieness running through it, of something not quite connected, which greatly appealed.