The Makers
David Harsent, 19 September 1996
“... sight, all I ever feared was what might tap my shoulder in the dark.’ Thinking back to this, one foot in the neon slop, the other hoiked on the bar-rail, it came to me in a rush, along with my third or fourth pick-me-up, that what Sandy had said that day was not ‘dearth’ but ‘death’, a thought I chased to the mirror behind the bar and there he ... ”