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…
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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…
Flavour of a Guest
I like unexpected guests. The element of surprise gives them a piquant flavour. This one looks particularly wholesome. Young, female, wearing a chequered shirt that suggests she sees herself as a practical sort of person and heeled her boots that…
The Portrait Game
If Lady Alexandra had sat for a portrait before, she might not have fallen for it. When the portraitist had offered to cut her price in half if she would allow his student, Mr Bridger, to paint her in place…
Conflict Resolution with Tea
The sound of the television hit Janice as soon as she opened the front door. Nothing unusual about that. Nor was it unusual to find Ron and Quintin on opposite ends of the sofa, staring at the screen. What was…
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Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
Posted in Saturday Hooptedoodle
The Cat and the Crosshairs
The sniper in khaki swung his rifle toward the movement, his finger caressing the trigger. He’d seen a human form vanish into the wreckage of a house before he’d been able to make out any detail. He watched the house…
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