“Skull. Ribcage. Collarbone.

Leigh folds her arms and leans back on the hard chair, peering at the post-mortem images through a blockade of male shoulders. The sun isn’t even up yet, the sky black through the tiny window, and she has the distinct feeling she’s being tortured. Firstly, dragged out of bed at 6 am on a wintry January morning and fighting her way through a blizzard to reach the Bridewell; secondly, being confronted with close-up pictures of the body of a teenager within seconds of arriving.”

From ‘The Departed’– included in the showcase