![]() ![]() I figured there was no point staying here.’ ‘That is awesome! When did you make up your mind?’ ![]() Sara flopped onto the bed and put her hand on her chest. The calm tones of her friend’s voice assured her that she had heard her right the first time. ‘Caro? Sorry, I forgot I was on the landline and I dropped it and I’ve killed the phone. ‘Damn, damn, where is it?’ As Sara spotted it, the ACDC song she’d downloaded for her ringtone filled the small room, and she grabbed for the phone. Hurrying to her bedroom she tipped the contents of her handbag onto the bed looking for her mobile. Sara picked up the phone and pressed it to her ear but all she could hear was static. ‘Omigod, omigod, omigod!’ Sara Sweeney squealed and twirled in the tiny kitchen of her granny flat, and then squealed again when the phone fell off the kitchen countertop, landing with a crash on the faded pink tiles. ![]() A SPECIAL THANK YOU to my wonderful editor and critique partner, Susanne Bellamy,Īnd my eagle-eyed proof-reader, Roby Aiken. ![]()
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