This is a short story about an empty bottle that I came across under a bench in the park. It got me thinking about how it got there, who drank it, and why... Image Icon LONDON BELONGS TO ME Video Icon Voices of Britain Joseph support Audio Icon Claremont Weaste Community Committee Comments You must have JavaScript enabled to use this form. Your name Email The content of this field is kept private and will not be shown publicly. Homepage Subject Comment About text formats CAPTCHA This question is for testing whether or not you are a human visitor and to prevent automated spam submissions.
