The Blackberry Bushes. Chris Barker

Henry stepped off the bus and walked through the hospital's peace garden and its well-ordered rose bushes towards the main entrance where a couple of patients were sitting on a bench smoking cigarettes. He made his way past the reception desk that twinkled with tiny white snowdrop lights; past the cheery Christmas tree, dressed in red tinsel and silver balls; and past the baby Jesus laying in his crib, to the storeroom, where he loaded his contraband onto the cart. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/6166…