Olive is unbearable. More please.

The form is doing me a favour here. Thirteen stories, and every one of them ends somewhere you can safely get off a train, which meant I never had that horrible yanked-out feeling when a man in a hi-vis wants to see your ticket.

Olive herself is completely impossible — and I found myself defending her to my sister on the phone, which was not a position I expected to be holding. She is cruel to her son in ways she genuinely cannot see; she is also the only person in that town who tells the truth in an emergency.

The one set in the hospital during the hold-up I'd keep. The one about the piano player I could take or leave.

Eight. Docked for two stories in the middle that I finished and couldn't have summarised ten minutes later.