Agnes was getting all the sympathy. Each friend that popped round to see her with flowers and fruit and chocolates gave Archie the same look - a shake of the head, a sigh and raised eyebrows. True, Agnes had her ankle strapped up and needed crutches to get around (although Archie was sure she was … Continue reading THE BRIDE’S PARENTS
'We've won!' Archie tore through the house in just his pants and burst into the kitchen, where Agnes was preparing breakfast. 'We've won!' 'Alright, don't get hysterical, it's only an election in another country.' 'Not that. This!' Archie pointed at the smartphone in his hand. 'What's this?' 'I've got an email from the National Lottery. … Continue reading HYSTERIA
Shovelling the seaweed away, Agnes was not happy. 'Fourth time this year,' she muttered and threw a disgruntled stare at the waves lapping against the ineffective flood wall. Archie pulled up in the hire van. He drove over the seaweed Agnes had spent the last hour gathering into one neat pile. 'Next lot ready?' he … Continue reading CRABBIT
Archie stretched up and swung the hammer, managing to nudge the satellite dish. 'How about now?' he shouted through the window. Agnes checked the television. 'Still nothing.' Archie sighed. He was not going to miss the first live football match in four months because the satellite signal was on the blink. He made another lunge … Continue reading GETTING BACK TO NORMAL
Shutters down, windows boarded up, phone disconnected. Four months since the lockdown began, enough food and toilet paper for another year. Tap, tap, tap. What is it? She won't risk finding out. Until then, she will stay in the basement. *** Agnes knocked on the door again. 'Let's go,' said Archie. 'It's been two weeks, … Continue reading LOCKDOWN
