Finest Hour
I was famished when I got home. So I wasn’t pleased to find a man in my bedsit. ‘Mr Godber? Your landlady kindly let me in. I have a proposition for you.’ I’d spent the afternoon factoring bank holidays into my ‘working days to retirement’ spreadsheet, seething after being volunteered for the department’s paperclip audit. ‘I don’t need any life assurance, thanks.’ He chuckled. ‘No, … Continue reading Finest Hour
Checkout
I never meant to bump into you in the supermarket with my mask on. Your eyes were a dead giveaway. I once imagined abandoning you in the frozen food section before resentment had time to thaw. Our first kiss. On that hillside. On a cold winter’s day. Excited messages, back and forth, like we couldn’t keep our fingers off each other. Smiley faces, love hearts, … Continue reading Checkout
Self Servicing
Cherry liqueur chocolates. Whole cherries soaked in liqueur and covered in fine chocolate. If you are the patient type, you can place one on your tongue and let the solid shell melt in the heat of your mouth until the cherry is revealed. There’s just enough of a tang from the small amount of liquid inside to sharpen your taste buds which have been lulled … Continue reading Self Servicing
The Last Wolf
I needed one more person to agree to sell their house, and a large bonus would be mine after she moved out. Large equipment surrounded the town like giant monsters ready to devour their prey. Only one person stood in the way, and her name was Madison. She sold items alongside a lonely road. I approached her and looked at the small wooden figures that … Continue reading The Last Wolf
Morning Ground
He knew where he was but he was lost. As if snared inside a deep hole, Skelton thought, fumbling in his pocket for his cigarette lighter. Hurriedly he snapped it on, held it above his head, and peered into the black woods at the base of the dormant volcano. “Anyone here?” he hollered for the third time but all he heard was a breeze drifting … Continue reading Morning Ground
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