Freddie lowered his china cup and smiled as he contemplated his sister’s profile…
The bigger boys can have the football pitch, the grown ups have their footpaths and noisy roads, but this bit is mine.
He has to be careful on the autumn leaves.
I can’t help it if I’m a glutton for a bit of tradition.
He is a soggy pile of bones by now.
Eve sits in the garden and thinks about the future.
On this the fifteenth day of August in the year of 2115 we gather together to witness a turning point in the history of mankind.