Once Upon a Seven O'Clock
Father leaned in close. Mike smelled the signs. “Find my shoes.” Blunt and hoarse.
The Last Exhibition
“Look!” Colin says, pressing his nose up to the painting. “Look at those brush strokes!” He takes a step back. “And his use of light and shade is incredible. Just amazing.”
The 11th Hour
High from the joint he’d had that morning, Noah pushed the door into the second hand shop of 11 Sorcerer Lane, to the sound of a click and a ding-a-ling. He tripped on the few steps down into a small area packed tight with musty goodies.
Finders Keepers
It goes without saying that being drunk, tired and lethargic on a wet winter night is not the recommended strategy for making an instant fortune. But it is how Robert Taylor did it. Maybe.
Scattering David
Angela took another drink of wine and wiped away an imaginary tear. “Maybe he wasn’t such a bad man.” Her sister shook her head. “He was a bastard.”
The Mountain of the Women
A fine family of six, out for a Sunday drive.
The Day Elisa Went Missing
Back then, before the unfolding, it was just another grey Tuesday. A school day of endless lessons held in classrooms smelling of damp clothes, sour milk and pubescent expectation.
Exposure
It’s the coldness that’s the biggest shock. Many things are familiar: the wooden pews, the heavy scent of polish in the air, the thin light filtering through the stained-glass, the hushed way of talking that people adopt in churches even on happier occasions.