They Never Remember

The horn was a giveaway. Edie tried to draw Mabel’s attention away by pointing at the church spire poking through the mist.

“Look how far we walked. The village looks so tiny. Not bad for a couple of sixty-somethings.”

Switching off

I had a lightbulb moment recently at work. I realised that by taking my laptop into meetings and typing the minutes straight into a…

Twenty Minutes of Action

Twenty minutes of action.

That’s all it was. Nothing to make a big deal about, right? It’s not like she was somebody who mattered at all. Just some drunk woman in an alley.

After the fall

If you’re looking for shelter, I know a place. Mostly safe and dry and they don’t bother you, as long as you remember to block the…