Davey whinged, wanting his bed.
But Mother was in the bedroom, bundling clothes into a suitcase whilst I, ever practical, swept groceries into a box.
A quick last look, then down to the waiting taxi. As we passed the first-floor landing window, Mother gasped and hauled us back to the floor above, moving swiftly to the fire escape.
Ella was waiting at the back.
“You saw him, thank God. Quickly, this way.”
The rent had been high enough; but the price of staying beyond contemplation.
Could there ever be safe refuge for us?
Not in my father’s lifetime, I concluded.
After a long hot summer, September is my favourite month, (apart from May, after a long hard winter). One of my favourite author/illustrators is Rochelle Wisoff Fields, the leader of our happy band of Friday Fictioneers. Thank you for all that you do, Rochelle.