Fiction Author: Jane Broughton

Five Minutes More

Ruth checked her watch and chewed the inside of her mouth. The train was late. A bored voice announced a five minute delay. She started tapping her foot and stared unseeingly at the opposite platform. Her blank gaze snagged on a dark haired child holding tight to a woman’s hand. The girl appeared to be …

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Once upon a time

Dad disappeared when I was eight. Not in a puff of smoke. He was just no longer there. Not in the house, not in the garden (I looked) and definitely not in Mum’s bed.             When I sat down to tea that Sunday I asked where he was, expecting an easy answer. Instead I felt …

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