Moira dropped the unopened letter from the Gas Board into the bin. She knelt, weary knees aching, to turn up the oven’s temperature dial as she peeked inside. “Filthy.” She wiped away crumbs and debris. House unkempt? Never.

Sorted now, she thought. Her sigh masked the hiss of escaping fumes.

Dawn, a stay at home mum, likes to write as a release for her busy life.