It was mid-August, and the UK was in the middle of a heatwave. The country had been baked by unusually hot temperatures for the last three days, and Carole was sick of it. She stood in her dressing gown by the washing machine waiting for the cycle to end so she could hang the clothes out. Gazing from her kitchen window at the yellow overgrown lawn and wilting plants. She wasn't green-fingered at all so the garden was a me...

Carole managed to avoid her next-door neighbour for the next few days. She kept an eye out for him and only went outside when he wasn't around. She wasn't working today and was home alone. The heatwave was mostly over, and though it was still warm, it wasn't uncomfortable like it had been. Fresh from the shower Carole stood in her bedroom wearing just a pair of light gray sweatpants. She bent over, throwing her dark red w...