I’m starting to write creatively, currently focusing on short stories. Occasionally, I’ll share them here, and I welcome any feedback as I’m new to this and want to improve. My brother sent me a photo of a random red step, and this is where it led me. Tina could tell her son was ready to leave. He was stepping slowly through the boxes sat on the living room floor, lifting flaps and peering inside, pulling his hand away quickly as if scared he may disturb the contents. ‘Darling, thank you for all your help today. I can take it from here.’ she steps over to stand beside Marcus and puts her hand on his back moving it up and down in between his shoulders. A gesture of motherly affection familiar to all her sons. Her youngest, looks down from his lofty six-foot four height, ‘Are you sure Mum? I don’t mind staying and helping to unpack heavy things.’ “No, I insist’, she insists, ‘I think I am just going to leave most things unpacked for …