“Callum watched the countryside smear past on the other side of the window. Endless fields speckled with cows gave way to trees and curving roads along which articulated lorries laboured, straining to keep pace with the train. His bag lay on the seat beside him, stuffed with clothes, school books and his ancient laptop computer – the only things he’d had time to pack. It was more than likely, he reflected glumly, that everything he’d left behind would by now have been burned and trampled by the mob.”
A short story about an unusual family, written for the Norwich City Of Stories project. Read online here.