She watched, trembling, as he put his purchases on the counter and took his wallet from his trousers, gave the woman a crisp five pound note. He had green apples, a tin of ham, fresh milk, chocolate digestives, and a jar of something. The jar had a cream sticker on its front: a picture of … Continue reading Death by Fruit.
Outside her front door, lay a bouquet of flowers. She had nearly stepped on their bright green stems in her fancy new shoes: bright red with a pointed toe, and sky high heels. Normally she'd wear something more demure for work, but that morning, pulling on her dark navy suit, dry cleaned the week before … Continue reading Red Shoes