There’s a face I found myself making again and again when reading Peter Bradshaw’s short stories, and it was not pretty: top half screwed up in incredulity; lower half slack with bovine confusion. What, my expression said, just happened?
What indeed? Bradshaw is best known as the Guardian’s chief cinema critic, but this isn’t his first foray into fiction.
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