As she walked through the tunnel towards the platform, Eleanor felt a sudden blast of stale breath from the mouth of an approaching train. She found it oddly comforting.
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
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