Afterthought And what if –– go on, you’ve seen those films –– what if on one particular January morning this man no, this boy, what if, when this boy approaches the main road and reaches in his pocket for his phone he remembers fuckit, the fiver to cover the cost of his DaySaver still on the kitchen table where three hours earlier she’d positioned it … Continue reading ‘Afterthought’ by Marie Naughton