
Family
Snow Day
As if all the rooftops in our town were fairy cakes, one cold night, God decided to finish them all off with a dusting of
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As if all the rooftops in our town were fairy cakes, one cold night, God decided to finish them all off with a dusting of

‘Mummy?’ Sophie asks, flinging our linked hands to and fro. ‘Yes?’ I answer mindlessly, strolling along the path hedged in by weather-beaten fences. Shouting pierces

There stood a red-bricked house, semi-detached, with a golden sheen licking its exterior. Common but beautiful. I daren’t peel my floral netted curtains any further.