The candidate ran his hand through his hair, straightened his tie, and then knocked three times on the door. It was a strong knock, he thought. Firm, yet friendly. At least, that’s how he hoped the interviewer would see it.
He was a few minutes early to demonstrate his time-keeping abilities. After all, he had little else going for him other than the fact that he could avoid tardiness. Continue reading “The Interview: Part 1”
Oh God, not another meeting, I can’t handle another meeting, I’m gonna crash, I’m gonna fall asleep on my feet, they’re gonna think I’m a lazy bastard but they won’t know that this is my eighth meeting of the day and that I’ve drunk so much coffee I’m peeing brown and my head is spinning. Continue reading “The Twelfth Espresso”
“Psst. Did you see Frank earlier? With Sue?”
“Urgh, I know. Poor girl. Don’t know why they put up with it.”
“Don’t seem to have a lot of choice,” the kitchen wall replied with a sigh. Continue reading “The Walls Always Talk”
Jeanny lit her third cigarette, much to Cathy’s revulsion. She wrinkled her nose and wafted the smoke away from her face, which triggered a sigh from Jeanny.
“Don’t sigh, you know I hate you smoking around me.” Continue reading “Like a Bad Smell”
Amber gave one last, wary look behind her before she slipped into the staff toilet. She never failed to be amazed by how much cleaner they were than those the students had to use. She couldn’t tell if the teachers were lucky enough to have their bathrooms cleaned daily, or if her fellow pupils were just scummy bastards. It was probably the latter. Continue reading “Waterworks”
“You’re the only one who will not judge me when I tell you this story.”
“Oo, now I’m intrigued. Does it have anything to do with the date you went on last night?”
“Yep.” Faye bit her lip and wondered whether sharing the tale would do her any favours. But she’d already mentioned it now; if she didn’t spill all, Dan would only pester her and pester her until she cracked. Continue reading “The Vampire”
Around the corner from Lissy’s home was a funny little park that featured a single tree, a single swing, and a single bench.
Being a loner, Lissy loved the park since few other children ever seemed to play there. Children, after all, tended to roam her local streets in small packs, and this particular park appeared to be set up for the introverts of the world. Continue reading “The ABCs of Lissy and the Tree”
One pair of trousers, that’s all June required. She repeated it over and over in her mind as she hurried down the high street – “one pair of trousers, one pair of trousers, one pair of trousers”. The mantra fell in time with her footsteps – “one pair” with the left foot, “of trousers” with the right. It wound in her mind so quickly and so often that it became white noise and eventually she found herself completely forgetting that one pair of trousers was all she needed. Continue reading “Mirror, Mirror”
If I walk through that door, everything changes. It changes for the better and for the worse.
I suppose I need to decide if the better is worth the worse. That’s why I’ve been standing here for several minutes, my hand hovering over the door’s handle, heart hammering in my chest and nerves bubbling in my stomach. Continue reading “Behind the Door”
“There’s not enough room to swing a cat in here,” Kate said with a scowl.
“Don’t be so dramatic, of course there is,” Julia replied, rolling her eyes at the daughter who had done nothing but complain about the move since the removal van arrived that morning.
“We can find out,” little Charlie suggested as he pushed his nose up against Kate’s bedroom window. “It’s raining cats and dogs out there.” Continue reading “Idiometropolis”