Twenty-five centimetres times four over a ninety centimetre width – that would be twelve tiny blankets per metre, Margaret calculated in her head as she dropped the armload of material…
Time gets stretchy and elastic-y in the mall over Christmas. It’s slowest during late night shopping nights, when the mall starts doing midnight finishes: time basically reaches a standstill.
The day of my retirement, Padi surprises me with a party at our home, sneaking her guests into the basement, their cars parked a street over so I am clueless.
Luna shows her the flat on a day when a southerly is booming across the city, the sky so bright it’s nearly white overhead while the thin sun does not…