Day of the Dead

When her landline had rung again almost immediately, she had pressed record on Voice Memos as she lifted the receiver.

‘I want her at the funeral. I want to see if anything significant gets said when she’s with her mother.’

d her birth certificate and hid it in the pocket of her jeans.

As the office door opened behind her, Eve watched a pair of paramedics carrying a man in his twenties on a stretcher. He was covered from the neck down by a blue blanket, a mop of blond curls framing his bloodstained face.

‘Eve, what are you doing at the window?’ Mrs Tripp sounded confused and panic-stricken but disguised it by filling her voice with bogus compassion.

‘I’m doing exactly what you told m

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

left the office

ey be taking Christopher Hawkins to hospital

As the office door opened behind her, Eve watched a pair of paramedics carrying a man in his twenties on a stretcher

Half the city are celebrating

just when they think

Chris tried to turn and push past him and it was all dead quick but Jimmy had him in a headlock outside of the shed.