Extract from Rosa And The Song Machine   Fisher kids were rolling down the bank towards him, twirling in the sand like toppled ballerinas. The girls’ dresses rode up above their waists as they rolled, revealing baggy knickers that sagged around their hips and rucked up into the cracks of their buttocks, yellowish with sand. A blast of heat hit him as he emerged from the shade of the tree at the back of the villa and climbed the bank towards... Read More