Receiving a visitor was a rare event in Maude’s ground-floor flat so she opened a brand new packet of chocolate digestives. “Thank you, Mrs Hopper” said the young policewoman when her biscuits were in front of her with a cup…
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The Lost Shepherd of Oxford Circus
If Diane hadn’t felt sorry for the man, she wouldn’t have stopped. He was standing on the pavement of Oxford Circus, talking to people waiting at the pelican crossing. The green man replaced the red and a tide of people…
The Wisdom of the Feet
The blizzard wrapped me in white. The horizon vanished with the trees and bushes of the moor, including the tree I was following my compass toward. I was walking alone, at the end of a row of footprints in the…
The Blue of Your Shirt
Team meetings were for dozing through. Colin was vaguely aware of targets and achievements being discussed and a new intern being introduced, but no one called on him to say anything. That was enough to put it in the top…
The Punchline is Macchiato
I admit that I may have been lonely. If I hadn’t been, I’d probably have reacted to a well-coiffed man shoving a microphone under my nose by mumbling something and ducking into the nearest Starbucks to buy a coffee I…
Correlation for the Minister
Piers was on his way to the minister’s office when Margaret stopped him. “You’re looking very pleased with yourself”, she said. “Am I?” Piers hoped he’d get over feeling intimidated by Margaret when he’d been in Whitehall a little longer…
High Invisibility
Brona expected the people getting off the 1812 from London Bridge to be frowning. Frowns were the one obligatory part of the rush hour uniform, matching a toolbox and a paint-stained track suit as well as they matched a Savile…
Fried Nostalgia for Breakfast
The trouble with having guests staying overnight was that they tried to thank Tom by making him breakfast. It took all his restraint not to manhandle them the pair of them into the living room and just when he…
Shooting the Deserving
Hooper looked down at the man he’d shot four hours earlier. Handcuffed to a hospital bed with his right shoulder encased in plaster, he didn’t recognise the man who had tried to shoot the prime minister. The blue eyes that…
Blue Reminiscence
My favourite colour is blue because it reminds me of you. I think it started with the cornflower dress you were wearing when we first met. Do you remember that? No? I’ll never forget the way it set off your…
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