The Train: Part Four.

“Oh yes. They have earthquakes there!” “So, young Ron. Let me ask you a question,” Brett finally uttered, after a period of silence. He slapped his hands on his crossed legs. “Sure, go ahead,” the boy replied passing the watch from...

The Train: Part 3

“Congratulations mate, you’re now the proud owner of a Tag Heuer Aquaracer.” The boy stopped in his tracks, taking two steps to his right, into the hawthorn that bordered the line. The figure didn’t move, but peeking through the dense foliage, he...

The Train: Part Two.

There are KitKats in the fridge. One only, understand?” She had past caring, even for her own son. The alarm sounded on the tiny travel clock and, as he leaned over to stop it, the fluorescent green pointers confirmed his dread. Seven thirty. The upside, it was...

The Train:

Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com The boy pressed the on button of the remote and the small TV on the wall of his bedroom flashed into life. From the menu, he selected the BBC News Channel. The image on the screen showed an aerial shot of the exact spot he’d stood...

On your Marx:

She appeared in the doorway of the café, the urge to hug her was irresistible. He stood up and pulled out a chair. “You’re late,  everything alright?” He leaned over and kissed her flushed cheek. “I want to jump off a building,” she...