Halfway through the roast duck, the fire bell shrieks. I panic. ‘Shouldn’t we be racing out of here?’  I scan the dining room. Women in silk frocks and men in summer linens don’t appear to have heard anything out of the ordinary. They sit straight-backed, their knives and forks busy…

Published in Leaf Books 2008 winners anthology Discovering a Comet and more micro-fiction.