Four candles. A whisp of sulphur, a spark and her gleaming eyes. Happy birthday to you. Paul, come on, sit, you’ll have your cake soon. Victoria was still singing, hugging the back of the dining chair, her cheeks red and glasses wonky. After three. One, two, three. Dawn puffed out her cheeks, blew hard andContinue reading “100-Word Fiction: ‘The 1970s’”