“What do we have here?” Emma asked as she came through the kitchen door.




Frank, Emma's husband, was half way through eating a donut. He was sat on the kitchen stool wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.




“Not that I don’t appreciate the view but you knew that was mine. I'm hungry now and you know what that means don’t you.&r

The train was empty. At least the carriages around Alex were, he hadn't seen anybody for several stops; not even a conductor. He was on his way to see an old friend, Jennifer. They hadn’t met in years but had recently re-connected on a social site and they had been talking quite a bit over text.




Alex had met Jenny in college, he had been waiting outside some administrative room. He couldn’t remember what he was ther

Michael’s eyes wandered out the window. It was still dark but he couldn’t sleep. He'd made himself a cup of tea and was sitting in the dark of his spare room watching for early morning dog walkers. He liked the spaniels with their fluffy paws and long droopy ears.




While he waited for the next dog walker something else caught his eye. It was his neighbour Rosalynd and Jim. A small side light had come in in the bedroo