The painting had lain forgotten in a cupboard for years. by Marion Rankine
t was a Christmas gift from their
mother, crafted in a period of low funds and high homemade ideals. She hated
it. So did he. But they’d never thought to throw it out, because it was a
Christmas gift from their mother. She wiped at a moist sifting of plaster dust
on her upper lip. ...READ MORE