Susie’s Budget

Susie sits with her head in her hands, sobbing. She sniffs and wipes her eyes with the sodden tissue next to the laptop. The children, thankfully, are still asleep, otherwise they'd be underfoot, asking for breakfast. There's nothing in the pantry but a stale crust of bread and cereal dust. The fridge, half a litre…

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The Track

The path ahead beckons. 'This way. It looks well used,' Marta says to Fiona. Fiona waits, unsure. Marta's already walking on, her children scampering beside her. They make a great blended family. Fiona's daughter, two years old, who's right now firmly grasping her hand, and Marta's three sons, aged between ten and five. Marta has…