Tagged: motorway

Ray watched his niece iron the same sleeve for the third time. The crease still ran crooked, however hard she pressed it, and her mind was clearly somewhere else. She kept checking her phone on the…

"No, I said I'd be back by one, not that I'd left by one, there's a difference, Carol." I had the phone wedged between ear and shoulder, indicator ticking, and she was still going on about the…