Bring me SUNSHINE
The train arriving at platform three will be the 14.22 to Coventry.’
Cathy released the button on the microphone and turned back to her magazine. Not for her the fashion mags or gossip columns her friends loved. Cathy’s guilty pleasure was reading travel brochures, even though the closest she’d come to a holiday in 40 years was a trip to Bournemouth with Mum, a few years before she died.
Tearing herself away from a three-page spread on gîtes in the South of France, Cathy leaned towards the microphone. ‘Arriving now at platform three, the 14.22 to Coventry.’
Cathy missed her mum with a pain that was almost physical. The tiny house seemed big and empty, and without
