'STEVE!' Mum's voice drifted up the stairs. Steve heard her - just - but took no notice. He pulled the duvet over his head to block out the morning light. Somewhere in his subconscious he heard her climb the stairs, come into his bedroom and cross the floor to his bed. He knew there'd only be a few more seconds peace. Now she was leaning over him, shaking him. 'Come on, love. You'll be late.' Her voice was weary. Steve grunted but didn't move. With a practised flick of the wrist, Mum twitched the duvet right off the bed and on to the floor. 'ARRRH!'
Fatimah is a devout Muslim. Steve has never given much thought to faith. Both are in the street the day a terrorist bomb explodes. Steve is badly injured and when the ambulance arrives, Fatimah has bandaged his shattered leg and is cradling his head in her lap, willing him to stay alive. But the Press is there too, and their picture makes the front page. 'Love across the divide,' scream the headlines. then the anonymous phone calls start. Can Steve and Fatimah rise above the hatred and learn to understand each other? But while their two families are breaking down barriers, the terrorists have another target in mind...
Next Back