Da doonk, da doonk. The train passing under the window was hardly noticeable anymore. Tammy’s move to the city had been an adjustment to say the least.
The kettle boiled clicking off as the toast jumped in the toaster. ‘Good morning’ she said to herself as she needed to everyday to confirm her decision to move was the right one. Her divorce papers were finalised only yesterday.
She also got a call yesterday evening during an important meeting at her new job which was not great timing.
“Not now mum. Can I talk to you later?”
“It’s your father dear”.