We’re Not in This Together

Janice Galloway

Sylvia fell halfway up a rope ladder and slid, almost soundlessly, on to the varnished hardwood floor. Miss McCourt rolled up her giant sleeves, lifted Sylvia like a baby and carried her through to the changing rooms. Some girls, the kind who genuinely believed that wall-bars were fun, didn’t dwel…


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