Three Shires Publishing

You learn a lot about people when they don’t get what they want.”

Sharon sits behind the counter, as usual. She is far too pale, her face drawn and sickly beneath the peroxide hair. I’ve heard rumours she is ill and undergoing tests but as far as anyone k

she’d still appeared small in the bed, and fragile, like an injured bird, broken and lost. Beyond the bandages and bruises she’d been calm, although distant, and struggled to concentrate on anything for any period.