Alasdair Watt


I am a Writer

Just a Spark

It’s always the same, right when you’re in the middle ofsomething, somebody comes to the door. The knockinggrew frantically louder and I didn’t want my neighbourscalling the cops, so I wiped myself down with a towel andput on my bathrobe.Opening the door was like seeing myself in a mirror– his face looked very like mine. He bundled his way inthrough my confusion and went straight into the livingroom.To cut a long story short, he explained that he wasme from a parallel world. He’d slipped sideways alongone of time’s dimensions and I’d have to swap places withhim right away so’s the …Read more

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