Since they took down the wrought iron and closed in the top verandah, Hobday’s has become almost invisible to strangers passing through. They might glance at the double-storied stucco building with large glass windows and be mildly curious, but that would be as far as their interest went.
When the knock came, my first thought was for the baby, only just gone down. It wasn't till I had my eye to the peephole and registered the darkness on the other side of the door that it occurred to me to wonder who on earth could be calling
Sara has known the town clock face her whole life, but tonight it seems changed. The hands move through five minutes whilst she's standing at the window watching, yet she cannot see them moving. It waits for her to blink.