·
She could feel Katie hovering around, pretending to be doing something. Making out that she hadn’t noticed the box, the gold ribbons, the silver paper, her secret activity in the corner of the room. Until curiosity and impatience won out as usual. “Is that for me?” “Yeah.” “Can I see it?” “No! It’s a surprise.”
·
There was a sign by the door. A small blue enamelled metal plaque. One of the corners had cracked, and a crust of rust had started to flake about it. Judy stared at it, trying to imagine whoever it was that had placed that sign there, so straight and perfect. She wondered what they would…
·
There was a small tear in the leather of the seat. A gash from some cut that had been made deliberately, meticulously. Yellow foam was oozing out of it. “Like a wound” “What?” “That tear there. On the seat. It’s like a wound.” Amy gave the tear a cursory glance. It didn’t seem to bother
·
GHOSTS No 2 I once met a man who had lost his son. I was thirteen years old and had a weekend job at the local store. One day he came in, and as he was placing his order, I walked in from the storeroom. When he saw me he stopped mid-sentence and stared at
·
I was walking around a department store, browsing about some counter that was displaying jewellery, the shop assistant watching me carefully as if she expected me to slip some trinket into my pocket. I met her stare and smiled, forcing her to look away awkwardly. That was when Kate tapped me on the shoulder. It
