The Retreat

by Mark Edwards

She got up. ‘Let me have a word with her. Maybe I can persuade her that you’re a good egg, and not a creepy voyeur with a dead child obsession.’

Well that’s one way to describe someone 😆

‘People think that time heals, that you get over it. But every day for me is like a Groundhog Day, you know? I

eat her tea.

Wait... so this is a thing? You can eat your tea??? Awesome!! 😂😂😂

‘The same taxi driver told me.’ ‘And you didn’t share?’ ‘Why should I? I don’t think it’s right to gossip about Julia’s pain.’ Ursula flapped a hand. ‘Nonsense. It’s not gossip. As Max says, it’s sharing. People should be more open with one another. How else are we ever supposed to understand our fellows?’

But, fortunately, the press weren’t interested in authors and books, not unless your name was J. K. Rowling.

Next, I examined the bookcase, something I do whenever I visit someone’s house. I can’t help it. If I enter a house with no books it makes me uneasy. I wonder what’s wrong with the people who live there.

Same bro, same