From the author: Merry Christmas!
UPON THE MIDNIGHT CLEAR
by Stephen Dedman
"You on your own, then?"
It was a question I was sick of hearing, and I guess my expression showed it, because the goth recoiled slightly. "Yes," I said, more mildly than I felt.
"Uh-huh." I stared out of the window, pretending to look at the northern English scenery, which consisted of snow and not much else and even that wasn't easy to see in the darkness. At least it was warm in the bus, but why do I always end up sitting next...