To the victor goes the spoils, that's what they say. There is cheering, waving flags, smiling faces. But it doesn't feel like winning. Surrounding them is destruction and death. Buildings and homes reduced to rubble. They said the last one would be the war to end all wars. Maybe this one will be. They are … Continue reading TO THE VICTOR
I was never a strong swimmer, unlike him, and he was stronger. That's why drowning him never appealed. Plus, I'd get my hair wet and my make-up would run. But he did love the water, always at the pool, showing off his toned body and admiring the girls. So it seems only right that I … Continue reading INTERVENTION
Bill took Agnes' arm and steered her to the pavement. 'One too many prosecco?' 'Come on, follow the white lines home,' Archie called back to them. 'Remember that time you followed the wrong white line...' '...all the way off the end of the boardwalk.' Bill and Archie finished off Agnes' story. Archie took Agnes' arm. … Continue reading LIFELONG FRIENDS
Frank left the apartment early to head into work. He found Hamish on the front lawn. Hamish was gagged and hooded, strapped in a straight jacket covered in fake blood, locked inside a shopping roll cage with crime scene tape wrapped round it. Frank had left the club early the previous night, leaving Hamish with … Continue reading ANOTHER WEEKEND OVER
595, that's what Jane had told me right enough. It didn't figure, her being how I remembered her from school an' all, and the house I was looking at now. Back then she had lived in this real palatial house, her father was some hot-shot lawyer type. How had she ended up in this dump? … Continue reading OLD JANE
