Her heels clacked as she strode purposefully across the parquet floor of the small, independent art gallery. It was late morning, midweek in early November and she almost had the place to herself. She had plenty of time and space...

Don’t Tell Mum

"When parents are out, what can eighteen-year-olds do?"

"We're going, then," my mum called up. "We'll be back sometime late this evening.""Okay, bye," I replied, then listened for the door to shut. When it did I climbed on the bed and gave Lisa a kiss."What would you like...