WRITERS ABROAD MAGAZINE: THE THIRD SPACE
‘No, I mean he’s really got balls. We’re going to have to take him to the vet and get him
neutered. I’ll drop him off this morning if you like.’
Murphy rolled onto his front, tail twitching in alarm. There were some things that he was
definitely not willing to give up for comfort. The house was nice and Sarah was a sweet
woman, but perhaps it was time to check out the hunting on the other side of the golf
course.
37 | May 2016