Tagged: grief

"Third callout in a fortnight, same house, same complaint. He says there's a knock in the pipes." That's my brother-in-law Terry, halfway through his second can, telling this at my sister's kitchen…

The wellington boot was buckled into the front seat when I got on, seatbelt tight across its ankle, green rubber gone grey. Nobody claimed it. The driver, a woman called Pam who'd done the route…

No, I didn't make a wish. That's the part nobody believes, so I'll say it first and get it out of the way. My aunt Rosalind left me a storage unit in Elyria, unit 214, rent paid through August.…