They say a woman’s wedding day should be the “happiest day of her life”…
Could NaNo help the world’s worst procrastinator? Or did it flop worse than a boneless chicken?
It’s a secret.
He wants to hold her
She wants to be held
They want different things.
She dressed with painstaking care because this evening he might propose. She hoped he would – had been hoping for some months now. So she was ready well before time, waiting by the window in her thin coat and re-heeled shoes, scanning the rain-swept road for his headlights. He drew up at one minute past seven… Continue reading In the Blue Light of the Belvedere Hotel
Raymond looks at the office clock for the tenth time in the past two minutes. Ten seconds to half five… nine… eight… seven… He switches off his computer and pats his pockets: keys, wallet, pen, comb. He picks up his briefcase and is lifting his coat from its hook just as the second hand sweeps… Continue reading A Note for Raymond
That’s me dead. At least, I should be dead – there’s a heck of a lot of blood gushing from my guts. Or from the gaping wound which used to be my guts. It’s funny, isn’t it, you think some dread disease’ll carry you off, or you’ll be bored to death by Saturday night telly,… Continue reading That’s Me Dead