‘Bitch Face’ by Sally Brown

Ellie waves at me madly from the back seat clutching her Minnie Mouse we had bought last week at Disneyland Paris. I have a sudden urge to run after them; to scream at Matthew to stop but instead, I watch until the car disappears around the bend and let out a slow breath.  I am alone.  Going back into the cottage and shutting to the door, I go from room to room getting used to the silence which seems deeper, more absolute with no-one but me to share it.  

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