There are only three months left of this incarnation of The Butter Mouse. After that the narrative will change, and there is a possibility things will never go back to how they were.
For the third time in five years, Warren moved back into his old room.
Kristina remembered the night the newsagents near her house burnt down.
The Victorian graveyard hadn’t had a new corpse in years.
Human beings do not and cannot live everywhere.
You may not have noticed. And if you do, you forget. The streetlights are changing colour.
All those shifts at the factory, watching robots build robots, making sure nothing goes wrong.
He knew the villagers were coming, and if they found him, it would be the end.