Watch Your Head

Eleanor’s hand was hot and sweaty in Tom’s hand, and as he walked at her pace along the deserted country lane his mind kept returning to what horrors might be lurking in the tiny unclean palm of an excited six year old. A six-year-old who had spent the last three hours at a Halloween party with other sweet-gobbling, sugar-wired six-year-olds. His daughter chatted and sang happily to his left, practically dancing by his side in her adorable pink (now with unexplained splodges) fairy costume. H...