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Published in ‘My Weekly’

Jocelyn ought to go inside. It’s gone two already and she’s got an aerobics class at eleven the next morning, but sleep seems such a trivial waste of time right now. It’s such a beautiful night, with stars scattered across the sky…

Published in ‘Women’s Weekly’

When I can’t stop myself any longer, I glance up at the clock. I’ve been trying to convince myself I think it’s only ten to six, but really I’m desperate for it to be ten past. In fact, the hands are resolutely vertical: six o’clock exactly.