Paging Dr Poppy Today, I was handed a very important letter. It was written in purple felt-tip pen, decorated with approximately seventeen stickers, and addressed to: Dr Poppy. The Children’s Doctor. St Jude’s Hospital. Apparently, that was enough for it to find me. =

SNOW FALL. PART THREE. HIGHLAND FALLS. The bar went quiet as I walked through the door. I have that affect on most places I walk into, especially when I’m wearing BDU’s with MP on my sleeves. The bartender picked up a phone and placed it down after saying one, maybe >>>>

📸 Tilly in the City I’m trying to unlock my front door without ruining my nails. The key slips between my fingers, lands on the mat, and I stand looking at it for a moment. “Excellent. Already earning their keep.” By the time I get inside, my phone is ringing. Mum. I =