Johnny tentatively walks up to the two ladies sitting behind the main library desk: one lady has black braids pulled up into a ponytail, and the other has shoulder-length curly brown hair. He doesn’t recognise these librarians, but they could still help him.
‘I’ll make a cake. That’s what I’ll do, and I’ll make it now.’ Sally rushed into the pantry, pushing pots and pans aside. Where was it? Oh, she really did need to sort out this pantry.
‘Aha! Here you are.’ She grabbed the round baking tin and pulled it out from under the clutter of pots and pans. Yes, when she had time, she would sort out this pantry. But now, she had a more important job to do — make this cake, and make it now.
I sit at the dining table, staring at the Facebook video call window on my laptop screen. ‘Oh, where is Anna?’ Thanks to the bloody Covid-19 Lockdown, I haven’t seen Anna for a month — yes, a whole month. Even though we didn’t see each other every day, we still met up once a fortnight, if not weekly, in the
Clunk! Creak! Clunk! Creak! Clunk! Creak! Someone’s shuffling towards Janet’s bedroom door again. Janet knows it’s not her husband — he’s working away. And it’s not her little Billy — he’s sleeping beside her. So it can only be the same person who visits her every night. Her husband doesn’t believe Janet, though. ‘She does it every night,’ Janet had