A Day In A Life
Bill had left for work an hour earlier. His last action before shutting the door was a perfunctory kiss on her cheek as he hurried out the door, his mind already occupied on the day’s events. Again, he had missed the significance of her squeeze on his upper arm, again he missed entirely, the questioning look she gave his retreating back. ‘Jay, get up, you’re going to be late.’ Jean shouted at the top of her voice over the edge of the banister. Jamie was a typical angst ridden teenage young...