The Morning Star

A triple murder wasn’t exactly an everyday occurrence

I went as quietly as I could down the last flight of stairs and opened the door.

The street was a dead end, so the police could only come from the one direction.

He was hyperventilating. Pressing back against the wall like a trapped anima

If he hadn’t got a key, it wasn’t my place to let him in.
I was only the lodger. And he was out of his head on drugs.

Hi, Katie, sorry not to have called before. At the hospital with Mikael, he’s had a minor stroke. Fully conscious though, and every chance of complete recovery. On the ward with him now, so can’t talk. Will call you tomorrow. Hugs, Mum.

Now it was August I liked best

Childhood was a time for running around immersed in life

that everything only went on and on, day became night, night became day, summer became autumn, autumn became winter, year followed year,

fold their clothes up neatly on the chair