He picked up a handful of the brown earth and let it run through his fingers. The last time he had been here there had been nothing but the cavernous pit, reaching down almost half a mile into the ground. Now the vast open mine had been completely filled in. Over the top of it … Continue reading HARVESTING
He stared at it. It stared back at him. It seemed harmless, a spinning circle. Yet within it he sensed malevolence, an ominous presence, a threat. Was it sneering at him? Laughing at his bad fortune? How long would the stand-off last? He'd been through the anger and rage, his crushed coffee cup was evidence … Continue reading THE SPINNING CIRCLE OF DEATH
She sucked at languages. She got her ass handed to her in combat training. The lie detector caught her out every single time. 'Have you considered you may not be cut out for this line of work?' her trainer asked. She persisted. Cryptography was her elective for the summer term. They started with history. She … Continue reading SPY SCHOOL
'OMGosh, Dad!' Frank froze, knife with butter held over his bread. 'What?' 'Your bread.' Sophie pointed. He looked at the bread. 'I know, it's got a hole in it. It's not the end of the world.' He motioned the knife towards the bread. 'Wait!' shouted Sophie, hustling Frank out the way and snapping a picture … Continue reading #BREAD
The signalman wrenched the last heavy lever into place and watched the long freight train slide passed him. He sat back at his old, beaten up desk, checked off the last piece of paperwork and filed it away. That was it. No fanfare, no applause, no big farewell. Tomorrow morning the computers would take over, … Continue reading THE SIGNALMAN
