Karen Anderson was only nine, but she's was very precocious, and she remembered a time when there weren't any bars on her windows, when she could watch television, visit the parks, go to the shops, and people browsed the internet as they walked down the street. It was also a time when there were birds and squirrels and cats and dogs in her neighbour's gardens. A time when adults didn't always talk in whispers. A time when Mum lived at home. A time when there weren't soldiers on the streets, or talk of rationing. A time when you could buy milk chocolate. A time too when she still trusted her parents. It's different now. She knows that something isn't right. It's just the crisis they had told her. It will be over one day. Karen was about to find out the truth. It was just getting started, and it was just about to get a whole lot worse. And it was all because of the milk. Prequel to Jack Spain's Shetland
Milk
