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Man on train

The Flood

He saw Karen turn to Karl, say something and then laugh. “Good joke, Karen,” he added with an accompanying smile. He noticed the shocked look on Karl’s face. “Karl,” he thought, “you have no sense of humour, old boy.”

On the way home

On the way home

On the way home, as usual, I hide under my mother’s large ankle-length coat for as long as I can. It engulfs us both in its woollen warmth. The only way to tell there are two humans inside this cavernous piece of clothing is if you look down where two pairs of shoes stick out.