Jim was lost. That’s a problem with London suburbs: there’s so much of them that no matter how well you think you know your way around, it only takes one wrong turn and you stumble into one of the gaps…
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Loose Tie
I remember his loose tie. His words washed over me, around me, through me while I focused on that tie. The knot had slipped down, revealing the top button of his shirt. I couldn’t listen to what he was saying.…
The Forever Lock
Charles closed the padlock on the railing. “Definitive proof that love is forever,” he said. “I like that.” Hannah took his hand. “Tell me how it proves that.” “Well, it’s a lock with our names on it.” “Then you should…
Foot in Mouth Disease
Let me introduce you to Ivy. She’s one of the kindest people you’ll ever meet. Never says no to anything. Oh yes, she could speak for herself but, not to put too fine a point on it, it may be…
Sick Society
Don’t hide your tickets. We need to see them at all times. Don’t bother checking your pockets. You’re not taking the sort of trip you get on by showing a piece of card or waving a magnetic strip. This is…
Talking about Books
There is nothing more chilling than the silence that falls when you think you’ve just said something clever. Only the other day, I met this girl in the pub. We got chatting and I thought she liked me. I was…
Haute Couture
Sarah’s reflection in the mirror would have been perfect until Ralph’s frowning face appeared over her bare shoulder. The ends of his moustache drooped with a look of dismay. “This dress is perfect,” she said. “What are you looking so…
The 390 to the North
The day began so well that I should have known the man upstairs had his clown suit on. I caught the 390 bus to Tufnell Park, where my friends would be waiting. Saturday afternoon in the pub and Chelsea in…
Nose for a Wrong ‘Un
Seeing is believing. I’ll not let you or anyone else tell me otherwise. I knew he was a wrong ‘un the moment he came into the shop, which is why I had my beady eye on him in the first…
Not in Service
When a tube train has the words NOT IN SERVICE on the front, you’re not supposed to get on it. That’s why I got on it. Come on, it stopped and opened its doors right in front of me. They…
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