“Can you take me to number 10 Ave Maria Lane please?”
Without waiting for an answer George climbed into the Hackney carriage. He hadn’t much liked the look of it but what was a man to do after a late night at the club? The chaps had certainly been on form tonight and by God he’d feel it in the morning, his head was swimming
“What is your emergency please”
“It’s my wife, please you have to help me, I think she’s killed herself”
Mark sat staring at the letter, wishing he could share the contents with someone but he knew it was impossible. he couldn’t tell, not yet. These few, short sentences could change his life forever; reading them over again he couldn’t suppress a squeal of delight, finally he had achieved something worthwhile. He couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction when he thought about the look on his brother’s face when he shared the news with him; the black sheep at last coming good..
“Girls” his voice thundered “Girls! Where are you?”
‘Those bloody kids’ he thought ‘where the hell have they wandered off to now’.
“Gina! Find the girls, we’re going to be late” he picked up his whiskey and took a gulp.
‘Bollocks!’ Kadem thought to himself ‘I really hate this bloody job sometimes!’
He looked through his latest work order and really wished that he could just bin it and walk away but, in his profession, that really wasn’t an option. He rubbed his eyes and briefly put his head in his hands before turning his attention back to the screen.
He watches her as she struggles to bring the wood in for the fire, hands cold, head down. It had started to rain when she was splitting the logs but she hadn’t stopped, she’d raised the axe over and over again, slowly fading as her muscles grew weaker. It’s not a long walk from the woodpile to the house but she had done it so many times her step had begun to falter.
“Are you coming to bed my dear”?
His voice was plaintiff and she tried to mask her annoyance.
“Not just yet. You go up if you’re tired, I’ll be there soon I promise”
“I don’t understand why you won’t sign, what difference will it make to you really?”
The man looked at his inquisitor with sad eyes; he pitied his lack of comprehension but more he pitied his lack of curiosity. Why do men follow orders so blindly he wondered.
The war had been raging on for more than a century; a country, once a bastion of hope and promise was slowly but surely being destroyed. It’s vast territories were becoming increasingly uninhabitable as bombs tore apart the earth, the chemicals contained within poisoning every living thing within minutes.
“Is this what they mean by a bridezilla?” asked Tony looking fearfully at his fiance.
He couldn’t understand it, Jayne was normally a level headed kind of girl, why was she getting so bent out of shape over something so trivial?
