The large crate arrived early this afternoon, sooner than I’d expected. The fellow who delivered it, a miserable looking individual, moaned like hell because of
“Name and date of birth please, sir.” “Michael Peter Jones, 21st March 1962” “And when did you die Mr Jones?” “Sometime this morning, I think.
My fingers wrap around the stone in my pocket, your sticky blood still warm to the touch. I was going to throw it in the
Despite the fire, it’s gone really cold out here. Glad I put on this big coat and the scarf mum gave me the week before
“What have we got here, sergeant?” “Burnt out car, boss. Found earlier today by some chap walking his dog. Uniform are taking a statement. Forensics
I can’t believe it! This is the second time in a month Portal Three has been out of action. I blame the authorities. Once upon