…foot of the metal ladders leading up to the loft. Her husband, Ian, was up there again. The attic space had become his favourite place recently. Where other men would spend time fishing or watching sports, or in the pub, Ian was retreating more and more, to their recently converted…

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…his eyes as the tiredness and exhaustion wasted over him. He switched off the computer, and glanced at the clock on the other side of the office. Just before ten o’clock at…

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…looked out at the school classroom full of bored faces. The books he’d placed on the desks at the start of the lesson had been met with groans and eye-rolling from the high school…

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…stepped out of the darkness of the cinema theatre, still munching on the paper cartons of popcorn. They blinked in the afternoon sunlight, as their eyes adjusted. There was nothing like a trip to the cinema, nothing in the world as magical as watching films. While their family and friends had thought they…

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Max was fourteen years…

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…fourteen years old when it first happened. My aunt and uncle had just returned from a week in Spain, and had come round to show us their holiday photos. They were both bright red from…

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…here for the same reason he was, to watch the football game on the big screen. He took a swig of lager and sighed. This was the life. There was nothing better than the football. It was everything. They called it the beautiful game and it was…

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…window in the middle of the night, would catch anyone’s attention, never mind an on-duty police officer driving down the street. The officer climbed out of the car, and marched over to the house. He stared up at the man, framed in the orange glow of the…

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