The Boss “Miss Bryson, take a letter in my office. ASAP.” the Texan twang of the boss boomed through the tannoy. Mr Taylor had lived in Glasgow since he was a teenager, but still had his accent. Jill Bryson…...
He was left alone in the train carriage. Him and three suitcases. One was his. The others had no idea how they got there. Landscapes streamed outside his window. His eyes ran with them but as an overthinker, he had…...
Et tu, Sally?
Maggie walked across the street to tell the news to Julia and Thelma, the two old women she had known all her life. “I’m selling Mom’s house,” she said. “You just came back.” “Mom’s gone. My life isn’t here anymore.”…...
Emma was perturbed. Something was not right, though she could not put her finger on it. She sat on her beach towel and gazed at the ocean. The water was frothy and the waves were not coming in then going…...
Rafe was compelled to make a new plan. He immediately inquired if Father Thomas was returned from Glastonbury by way of Stepney. Rafe lacked the exact information he required, and if need be, was prepared to make the trip himself.…...
a bit cheesy
If not now, when?
Billy is going about his day as normal. Clocked in at work, processed some claims, headed downtown for lunch, and back to the office for a few final presentation edits for the following day. Chuck, a high school friend called…...
The man slipped into Sarah’s Heathrow Express train car. Quite handsome, she thought. He reminded her of her ex- Stephen. Except she was no longer permitting herself to think of Stephen. Groggy from lack of sleep, she closed her eyes.
The guy who’s strapping me tight to the gurney, says gently “do not worry, a helicopter is coming to get you.”
It was imperative she get there before he did. Careless, she thought. How could she have just left it all out like that? What would he do? Would he call the cops? Damn. She picked up her pace – hard…...