Short fiction
Annabelle had been a worry since the moment she was born. Once initial concerns had been allayed by a rigorous check-over by the Consultant Paediatrician, it turned out that she was absolutely fine. But before long, colic kicked in and for six months solid, Cordelia’s sleep was interrupted to the extent that she turned into a complete zombie, barely functioning and thirty-odd years on, still wondered how she managed to get…
