The Last Train to Hollin
Maud has taken the 11:52 every Friday for thirty years. Tonight there is snow in the forecast and a stranger in her seat.
Short stories about small rooms, late trains and the things people leave behind.
Maud has taken the 11:52 every Friday for thirty years. Tonight there is snow in the forecast and a stranger in her seat.
A list of everything in flat 4B, made by her son on the Saturday after the funeral.