A full peel of a robotic Big Ben echoed loudly throughout the terraced house. Mr Jackson folded The Guardian carefully in half and placed it on the table next to his armchair. He removed his reading glasses, and allowing them to hang around his neck, pulled on the chain of his other pair and placed […]
Read more "Time is Up"Hank slowly eased the chair apart, stretching the dark green canvas until the plastic frame snapped into place. He carefully positioned the seat next to the small camping table, and pushed down on the arms, pressing the legs into the shingle. He shifted it about slightly until fully satisfied that it was stable. Gingerly, he […]
Read more "The Fishing Trip"The button on the doors glowed pale yellow. Bernard, standing in the perfect position on the platform as always, extinguished the lights with his middle finger. Five minutes late yet again. The doors parted, and without surveying the interior, this tall, thin man strode purposefully to his seat. He stopped short of swinging his briefcase […]
Read more "The Quiet Carriage"The thud of the car bonnet dropping home followed me through the gate and up the path to the chocolate-box cottage. My feet crunched as I walked towards the house and small stones flicked up from under my heavy boots. I stopped for a moment to smell a pale pink rose; Izzy’s favourites. I cupped […]
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