The Hound Of The Baskervilles*

“I’m going back online to meet someone,” I say to Mum.  We’re just about to set off to see my psychiatrist. “But darling,” Mum says.  “What about Seb?” “A dog,” I say.  “There’s a website where you can meet dogs.  To be friends with and…” “But what if you injure them or break something in […]

Tooth And Nail*

20th October 2013 Violent rain batters the car.   We’re on the motorway, in heavy traffic.  Dad is driving, Mum is navigating and am sitting in the back.  Next to me is a box and something inside the box is crying and has been howling non-stop for almost two hours. “Tanya, talk to him,” Mum says, turning round.  “Keep […]

Monday And The Murdered Man*

“Hello, Tanya” Dad says as he answers the phone.  “Are you at the office?” “Yes,” I say.  “Well – I’ve popped out to get some lunch but, yes, I’ve made it to the office.  The thing is – I’ve run out of my antidepressants and…” “Well we’ve got loads here,” Dad says. “Would someone be […]

The Necropolis Railway*

“Thank you for coming to see me my lovely,” Seb says, pulling me towards him.  Resting my face on his broad chest, closing my eyes, I breathe in his familiar scent. “Thank you for having me,” I say. All around us on this little station platform, student couples are saying goodbye to each other.  On […]

The Falcon’s Malteser*

“What would you like to drink my lovely?” Seb says.  We’re in his new local pub where we’ve arrived in time to order food before tonight’s rugby: New Zealand v France. “Double gin and slimline tonic please darling,” I say, smiling up at him.  He disappears to the bar. “If I can just do a […]

Murder At Deviation Junction*

The train chugs out of the city.  It’s busy in the Quiet Carriage and, it must be said, not quiet.  All around me there are sounds: whispering, coughing and spluttering, the rustle of newspapers.  People begin to settle and the sounds fade.  Have stuffed Little Suitcase to bursting and yet am still wearing a coat, […]

The Kidnapped Prime Minister*

“Scott Finebaum has just had his fifth daughter’s bat mitzvah.  Funny – I didn’t realise that he had five daughters,” one elderly lady says to another.  They’re in the front row and I’m in the one behind them.  We’re waiting for the class to start: “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 -2015.” “That’s private insurance for […]

A Study In Murder*

Am still suffering with my severe cold, but have done a good thing: have booked a course for this term.  It’s called “Modern British Prime Ministers: 1900 to 2015” and it starts tomorrow at 2pm.  So must attempt to be better by then. Am very pleased with self that have organised this.  Now will have […]

Death Of A Garden Pest*

“You haven’t got a temperature,” Mum says, shaking her head and the thermometer.  Dad has just rescued me from the flat. “Am sorry,” I say, pulling the furry blanket around myself.  “Am still ill.  Still have a sore throat and an earache and my legs are wobbly and…” “You haven’t got a temperature though,” Mum […]