“my flesh crawls now as it crawled then”

RUNNING DOGS by Steve Duffy

A story of my train line from Liverpool Street, here with a story told to another passenger about a Norfolk halt, if not Holt, a tale of Robert Aickman proportions and, can there be a greater compliment for me to give than to say that many aspects of it mean that a lost Aickman-type story has shape-shifted into this quite original new one. Not a pastiche but a re-toothing. It needs to haunt many more readers with its lingering absurdism, a dream that still feels oh so real!

Full context of above here: https://dflewisreviews.wordpress.com/2021/06/30/the-night-comes-steve-duffy/

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