Short

fiction

October 29, 2017

Ana had just dropped off her son Eddie at her neighbour’s house for a sleepover.  She was now free to go for her monthly hair appointment: a top-up of her highlights and a blow-dry with her usual stylist, here in her quaint village in Berkshire. It was Saturday afternoon and she was looking forward to spending the rest of the weekend in London.  As usual, s...

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