This short story was inspired by a chance meeting - in a car park - of three men, all strangers, but each one looking lovingly at this classic 1980s American-designed car. I was intrigued by the specific, detailed information each man possessed and shared, and their almost instant sense of brotherhood.

There are numerous landmarks I recall from Liverpool, where I grew up. Particularly memorable was a 1960s sculpture - ‘The Resurrection of Christ’ - by sculptor Arthur Dooley, projecting from the wall of a Toxteth church. I was inspired to write the story of a teenage girl, phoning her boyfriend, and arranging to meet beneath it.

Anyone familiar with the northbound M6 motorway will recognise the iconic Forton motorway service station, built in the 1960s. Memories of this structure inspired me to write a story about a fractured family, the inconsistency of memory, and a father’s complex love for his daughter, woven around a split time-frame.

This short story was inspired by my observation at the airport that everyone possesses an almost identical black suitcase - and the consequences this might bring. Into the narrative, I’ve woven a personal memory of a how-to guide from a Brownie Guide Annual on the best way to pack, which brings my narrator great comfort.