When the layers are stripped back, our darkest secrets surface; they cannot be papered over permanently.
When mum asked me to repaper the front room wall, I never expected it to lead to a blast from the past. I met up with an old mate who could help me out, some things never change. But what I never saw coming was what was to happen next. How could I have done? And, will I live to tell the tale?
This is a short story. It is a stand alone read, but events in the plot also links to other short stories by the same author.