Author: Mitsuko Nagasaki

“Where do you think you’re going? Whos going to cook dinner? Slow downsomeone has to make the meal!

London, 1971. The city yawned awake under a blanket of grey morning fog, the streets still glistening

**Diary Entry 14th June** The city was relentlesstowering buildings racing towards the sky, impatient

Emily was putting away the freshly washed tea towels new ones, with a lovely floral print when her phone buzzed.

All those gathered fell silent when, among the guests, twelve tall men appeared, dressed in full ceremonial

Adrian lingered over old man Edwards words for a long time. “You need a woman in the house.”

The old biker knelt over the dying boy, performing CPR while the crowd stood frozen, their phones recording

I never imagined my old age would smell of antiseptic and lukewarm custard. Id pictured myself at seventy

The morning found us on a dusty road leading away from the village. In one hand, I held little Sophies

William noticed the bruise under his daughters eye and made a phone callhis son-in-laws life was about