Pete was well known around the local area. No matter where he set up his market stall a crowd would gather. Pete could sell anything to anyone: air conditioning units, bike parts, chopsticks, fake tattoos, parking meters. When his stall illegally blocked a street, the police were called. They left with a packet of fudge, … Continue reading PETE’S MARKET STALL
'All you have to do is tell them exactly what I told you.' It was easy for him to say. I was a snitch, everyone knew I was a snitch, that's why they were using me, but I liked to think I was an honest snitch. I didn't tell the detective anything that wasn't true. … Continue reading THE SNITCH
He blew breathe from his mouth and watched the vapor drift away. His gloved hands were shoved deep into the pockets of his coat and his chin hunched down under the scarf wrapped around his face. He stamped his feet and the soles of his boots crunched on the frozen ground. 'Anything?' the receiver crackled … Continue reading INTERNATIONAL FALLS, MINNESOTA
It doesn't seem that long ago. The place hasn't changed, but you have. We used to come here as a family and you ran around the cobbled street and dashed in and out of the old shops and took a trip on the old trams and we had lunch in the cafe and watched the … Continue reading WHERE DOES THE TIME GO?
He was sweating. His back ached. His arms couldn't carry the heavy parcel much further along the pedestrianised street. 4300, 4301, 4302... Almost there. He didn't think about the walk back to the start of the street that awaited. His car was parked outside house No.1. 4376. He had made it. He dropped the parcel … Continue reading THE POSTMAN ALWAYS RINGS TWICE