Memory Lane

‘I’m home,’ Sarah called as she wrestled the key back out of the lock, trying not drop the bags of shopping as she did.
‘I got you a present,’ she called as she bumped the door shut with her bum. ‘Paul. Are you there?’
She stood in the hallway waiting for Paul to respond but heard nothing. The house was silent.
Paul must have gone out. Whenever he was in the house there was always a radio playing, or the TV blaring out.
‘Paul, Paul. Are you there?’ Jenny dropped her bags in the hallway. Where...