Dreams....
I was driving home from work.
Just set off, passing the large luxurious houses with their warm and cozy, muted lights glowing through covered windows. At the end of the road where the surface becomes markedly rough, not because it’s a poorer area but because it’s an extremely affluent unadopted road it’s purpose for being so uninviting as to put people off driving down there. At the furthest point of my headlight beam, I thought I saw a scurried, unnatural struggle between two adults and two small children. I parked the car at the kerb and got out, keeping to the shadows and leaving the engine and headlights on. Creeping closer by the wall, I could see it was a man and a woman struggling and another woman, hidden by shrubbery had got the two children into another car. It was then that I recognised the woman. It was the wife of a famous footballer and she was desperately trying to keep her cchildren from being taken