Five o’clock Thursday. Peak domesticity. The washing machine was swirling. The dishwasher was whirring. The sausage rolls for Friday’s lunch boxes were half-cooked. The shower was running, the heat was heating, the lights were on. Until suddenly, mid spelling-test-prep, they weren’t. The house was in darkness. Myself and the spelling-test-prepper looked at each other, then she … Continue reading "And then the lights went out…"