I’m currently reading Ian Whates’ collection The Gift of Joy, and yesterday read Ghosts in the Machine, the story of a man who discovers a strange underworld beneath his city. Last night I dreamt I was lost somewhere in the middle of London. I had an A to Z, but as I turned each page it showed succeeding layers of streets below me rather than on the surface.
Now there’s a great idea for a story, inspired by a dream, inspired by a story.
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