Dorothy had recovered quickly from her turn. She’d explained to Ira in the past that they were like the memories of a dream; fleeting, impossible to grasp and hold onto.
Town centres are never really quiet these days, except for that brief pause in the early hours between the end of the night and the start of the morning.
On the TV the morning news presenters were doing their very best not to get any actual answers out of the politician of the moment; both Ira and Dorothy had agreed that these few minutes of coverage w