You Should Always Do Interviews on a Full Stomach
I got the idea for this story from something that my grandmother said, on a very different occasion. I was delighted that Selcouth Station picked it for publication. Here’s how it begins.
The not-in-service train ran past, almost sucking her in its trail. As she steadied herself, she heard a familiar voice.
She turned to look at the young woman who had gently put a hand on her shoulder. The woman was different from how she remembered her. She wondered whether she could pretend not to recognise her, but then something made her say:
Sarah? Is that you?