‘Have some time. Have some space.’ Mark, her boss, had instructed on that initial dreadful day – without her husband, with grief – when she sat sobbing uncontrollably on the kitchen floor, phone pressed steady to one ear whilst the rest of her body shook.

That same week her doctor had said something similar as she processed Jenny’s first sick note.

How much to have of each though? Time and space were infinite.

Grief consumes Jenny as she struggles with a sudden death, causing her world to become increasingly surreal, where time and space seem to distort around her.

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