It’s an hour and a half after midnight, Thursday 27 August. It would have been my dad’s eighty-seventh birthday. I’m sitting in an empty living-room...
I wake with a jolt. I've just kicked the wooden window-ledge with the third toe of my left foot - the same one that struck N's laptop screen edge-on...
The bus stopped with a lurch. Several passengers, who'd been preoccupied, spilled into the aisle among a confusion of paper and gadgets. Outside, the...
