Unlike my neighbours, I’m not interested in catching a glimpse of the dead body in the community centre. My stomach is twisting itself into knots, and the last thing I want to see right now is a black sheet-covered gurney being wheeled out. Part of me doesn’t even want to look out of my bedroom window, I just want to hide away and pretend none of this is happening, but I need to get an idea of what’s going on – and just how much I ought to worry.
Starting off with some strong wording and character developement.
