A collection of short short stories.
There are girly giggles and running footsteps in the hall and doors opening and shutting noisily. I think I’ll stay here for a while longer.
It’s been interesting to see who has changed and how much. Some have aged better than others.
“Why do you keep all that bloody junk?” He’s in a mood again. I can tell. “It only collects dust,” he snaps. I carry on dusting. Better to let him...
The heat in the flat is stifling. All the windows and doors are flung open but still there’s no breeze. Tempers are raised to match the heat. It’s...