Monster Belt - Chapter 17

Monster Belt - Chapter 17 ......'Not a laugh a minute,' she thought as she followed the waiter to their table. She'd written the story when she was fourteen or fifteen. He'd been twelve when he'd begun his. She hoped his had a happy ending; she didn't want to think about how hers would end. Was it any wonder she wrote of death knowing as she did, cold brittle moorland grass and wet, bone-chilling winter afternoons? A large grey barn of a place could be turned into a prison with a life sentence. What did he know about that or about a teenager stuck in time becoming a dead body buried in ice? No wonder she kept her stories hidden in a box. Remember the mountain top, she reminded herself, remember the purity of those clouds and make sure you shut the fuck up in future.