The bear sat at the bottom of the stairs. Its beady eyes flashed as Emily turned on the light. Facing the door like that the bear had startled her when she walked through opened the door. “I don’t remember putting it there”, she thought closing the door behind her. The bear had been a gift from a maiden aunt who, rummaging in a charity shop one day, considered it to the perfect gift for her 24-year-old niece. Black and white with a green ribbon tied around its neck, the bear

The Box Ruth headed up the stairs to the attic with Carl the Cat close at her heels. She’d promised Sally she’d look out the wedding photo a