Remember Me

She stands on the doorstep. She’s shivering. She isn’t wearing a coat and I can see the outline of her breasts

I’m Sharni,’ she says. ‘We’ve just moved in to number 24, next door.

Her lips quiver with the cold. She looks shy and apologetic. Some hair has escaped her loose ponytail and she brushes it back. She looks at me through rain-splattered glasses.

Their rustic brown matches the colour of her hair.

sipping wine or preparing food. The whole time their baby alone in the garden. I followed her when Chris played golf. It broke my heart how she neglected Ben. She was always more interested in her photography than she was in her baby. I waited for her to return that night. I couldn’t understand why they were so late getting back. Didn’t she realise the