Hare and Hounds
Hare and Hounds. By Tanya H. A skirt, hung on a wardrobe. Not a proper wardrobe either; a budget hotel wardrobe - a skeletal, open plan structure of veneer and chipboard with a short rail and the kind of two-part coat hangers you can't steal. And a skirt hanging there - a plain, utilitarian skirt; black, a-line, box-pleated, knee length. A challenging skirt. 'Step into me,' it warned. 'Leave this room in me and life changes.' "That bus has already left," I said to it. "Who are...