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
I'm not just good at games, I'm good at knowing what time to play the right one. It's Morning O'Clock. There's no battery in the clock but I can tell cos the lorries are shaking my bedroom door.
Mum was half out the window, waving at me to hurry it up. Her jaw cranked at a hundred miles an hour. I couldnae hear her but I knew what she was saying awright.
Henry tells the story differently each time. Always the holiday house is the same, and much bigger in his young memory than it could possibly have been in reality
It was about six months after the end of the war. Nobody was quite certain it really had ended, and that German or Russian tanks might not yet appear on the plains below the city
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.