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I’m Diane. Forty-eight, divorced, and living with my eighteen-year-old son, Eddie, in a quiet two-bedroom house on the outskirts of town. I worked full days at the hospital—long shifts that leave me exhausted. But for…
The bacon sizzled and spat in the pan. It was Friday. Ella’s favorite. A full English breakfast. It had been eight years since her mother left. Just me and my eighteen-year-old girl. She shuffled into…
The whole thing began as a silly joke, a bit of fun. I wanted to surprise my mother, Susan, for her birthday. It wasn’t just her day; it was mine too. Twenty years ago, I was her…
Neil lived an intensely ordinary life in London, an eighteen-year-old tethered to the familiar comfort of his mother’s flat. He stood at the threshold of manhood, but his deepest anxiety was intensely physical: the scale…
Moving day unveils the startling truth of a life’s accumulated possessions. We gather so much, often without even realizing it. The chore of boxing everything up feels overwhelming. Each object holds a memory; some are…
Mum and I pulled into the car park just after nine on a damp Tuesday night. We’d been driving most of the day, and the Sierra’s heater had packed up somewhere near Leicester, so the…
The noise was the first thing that hit you. A tidal wave of testosterone-fuelled chaos crashing against the thin walls of our little house. It was the sound of my seventeen-year-old son, Mikey, and his…
I worked with my dad, it was a little father-and-son garage we ran together. The air always smelled like oil and metal, the kind of scent that clung to your clothes no matter how much…
This story is fictional only and all characters are over 18. The silence of the lockdown had become a physical presence in the house, a third occupant that muffled sound and stretched time into a…
The rain hit like a truck. One minute, it was drizzle. The next? A drenching wall of water swallowing the street. Mom cursed, fumbling with the hotel key as we slammed into the lobby, soaked…