Guilty dog

Master

The morning after they decided to end things, she walked idly through the snow in the park behind their house. Exercise, she had told herself. It would help. She had petitioned the dog to come with her, and, after assessing the snow outside the house with one gingerly placed paw, the dog had decided to keep her company. The exercise …

Steamboat

The Day The TV Breaks

I never liked visiting my Dad’s house. It was boring. My toys were at my house, at my Mum’s house. Dad’s house was books and dust, newspapers and daddish things. Watches and tools. Grey and brown and black coats. Mugs to drink pop out of instead of glasses. Dad’s TV didn’t even work anymore. It broke when I was about …