Head down. Don’t make eye contact. Derek’s left arm jostled someone as he shuffled on to the train. He flinched from the contact. “Sorry. I’m so sorry.” He didn’t look up as he said it, in case the person he’d…
Monthly Archives: September 2017
Your Voltaire from your Trollope
What do you think you are doing in my library? I see you skulking around as if you think you’re Hercule Poirot looking for clues to a murder which, I assure you, has not happened. I run a respectable household.…
A New Leaf for Autumn
Celia knew it was going to be a bad day when she heard the rustling emanating from the living room. She diverted to the kitchen and downed her first cup of coffee before she felt ready to face it. Francis…
Self Esteem for the Yes Man
You look like a man who needs to talk to someone, so why don’t you get it off your chest? Tell me what’s on your mind. No, let me guess. The look on your face tells me a thing or…
A Picnic Without Honey
“I blame the weather,” said Frank. “You would,” said Daisy. “You work for Bayer.” “Guys, we’re supposed to be taking a break,” said Samatha. “The idea of having this picnic is to get to know each other in a non-confrontational…
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