An unreliable narrator and stolen money…
Oh yes, there is nothing more intriguing than a narrator who leads you up the garden path.
Or, in this case, down to Ward 4, where cash is mysteriously going missing.
This was one of those short stories where I started out with a voice in my head and a vague idea that it would involve theft in a medical setting. I started writing, and the story simply wrote itself. Continue reading “Unreliable”