The affair had been stupid, a typical middle-aged spasm to prove there was still life in the old dog. The grey tarmac rolled on in front of him, miles of it already lay behind. On the horizon ahead, blue sky met blue sea. 'Why the hire car?' she had asked when she had picked him…
The woman was dead. The cover-up exposed. Samson strode along the corridor of pillars flanked by his team. This was their moment of triumph, yet there was no celebration in what had happened. Their footsteps reverberated on the stone floor, echoing ominously. They crossed the courtyard and stopped at the heavy arch door. Samson knocked.…
Wind blew through the trees, blowing the snow up from the ground, gusting around Guy's face. He pulled his collar up further. Across the park he watched Madeline, her bright green umbrella luminous against the white background. Their daughter, Francis, gleefully skipped around her. 'She's moved on, married someone else, she's happy. Leave them be.'…
I wrapped my arms around Kyle. We turned and watched the parasail disappearing in the distance. 'There he goes, my crazy brother' I sighed. 'Maybe he'll come back safe.' Kyle suggested, more in hope than expectation. The clouds on the horizon had been gathering. The storm would make landfall imminently. It had been downgraded from…
Exhausted, dehydrated and sunburnt, they let the tide sweep them in for the final nautical mile. They slouched on their recliners and held hands. 'We made it,' he said, 'I told you we could.' 'Four months on this contraption. Next year, let's have a walking holiday,' she replied. On the shore, the gathered crowd awaited…
