The Bedsit

Sam was pouring a cup of tea when his mobile rang. He left the cup half filled and answered it on the third ring, ‘Hello, Jenny. Where are you?’ The doorbell rang, Sam smiled and hung up the phone. He rushed down the stairs from his bedsit on the third floor. As he walked to… Continue reading The Bedsit

Naughty or Nice

Moonlight cast shadows on the wall of the house as Jason crept delicately through the flower bed. A snail crunched under his foot and he quickly lifted it up, out of instinct. He bent down to look at the decimated shell, then stepped to the side and carried on round to the back of the… Continue reading Naughty or Nice