The Thing On The Moor
The Thing On The Moor By Paul1954 Hayes, West London April 18th, 2001 - 8:05am "Bollocks, fucking bollocks" cursed an upset Michael Harrison as he held a tissue to his bleeding lip. An unexpectedly cold night had frozen his car lock and he hadn't been able to get his key to turn it. He couldn't be bothered to go back indoors and fetch the de-icer and had just bent down to blow some hot breath into the lock, hoping that it would be enough to loosen it. As he should have...