<p>That dandelion. A flash of stubborn yellow in a dark box of space. It had promised sunshine but had tasted sour.</p><p><em>Artefacts</em>.</p><p>A dandelion. A mayfly. A family, bereft.</p><p>Items and mementos of a life, lived hard and with love, or long, empty, bitter.</p><p>In these sharply drawn and unflinching short stories, Rebecca Burns unpicks the connection between the lives we live and what we leave behind.</p>