Coraline jones

When I was a little girl, when we lived in our old house, a long, long time ago, my dad took me for a walk on the wasteland between our house and the shops. It wasnʼt the best place to go for a walk, really. There were all these things that people had thrown away back there --- old cookers and broken dishes and dolls with no arms and no legs and empty cans and broken bottles. Mum and Dad made me promise not to go exploring back there, because there were too many sharp things, and tetanus and…