It still surprised me that I could see the sun. That any of us could. I was always led to believe that, after a bomb such as the one which broke things for us, the sun would disappear behind an impenetrable radioactive cloud of dust and ash. I certainly wasn’t complaining. All the time I could se...
He walked straight past his colleague Emma - a short, bossy woman who looked as though she should still be at school and not working in the local multiplex - and threw his broom against the door of the usher’s cupboard. “You’ll need that!” Emma called over to him. ...