Manic Mondays 3-way challenge – Stubbornly Stoic

This story was written in response to Laura M Bailey’s challenge. See Link:

https://alltheshoesiwear.wordpress.com/2018/09/10/manic-mondays-3-way-prompt-stoic/

You may also wish to read my previous 3-way challenge story because this one follows it:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/09/03/manic-mondays-3-way-challenge-departing-hope/

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Lisa and Iain had kept to their agreement. Since their kiss last night on the beach they had not spoken. He was sitting at the back of the plane and she was next to Debra, one of her work friends.

The team building event had only been a partial success. The firm they worked for was one of the largest Accountancy companies in London. Every year they sent their managers on a team building long weekend to somewhere semi-exotic. Even though she’d worked for the company for fifteen years, this had been her first trip since she’d been promoted to junior manager last year. It was funny being called a Junior manager, she was forty-five years old, but she had been one of the few that had worked her way up from the bottom. Iain had only joined the firm a few months ago and was the same age as her.  He had worked for another Accountancy firm and so had come into the business the next tier up. The rest of the Junior managers were in their late twenties or early thirties and had come into the company from Accountancy college or university. It had only been a partial success because it hadn’t really broken down many barriers. Except between her and Iain. They had fallen in love.

The problem was they were both married. She was married to Dave, a high-flier in the City. He’d tried to stop her coming on this team building event out of jealousy and then she’d discovered that he had been having an affair with someone he had met at a similar event seven years ago. She now saw all her twenty years of marriage as just a sham.

Iain too was not in a happy marriage. He was estranged from his wife, Sheila, but they stayed together for the sake of their teenage sons. He wanted to provide them with a sense of stability while they did their exams.

They had talked about their problems. It had been so nice to have a sympathetic ear to listen to her. She, in turn, listened as he described his marriage as living in an enclosure at the zoo. He felt trapped and in a hostile environment with no easy way to escape.

As they had talked, they inadvertently fell in love on that beach in Majorca.

They had decided that they would be stoic about the whole thing and return to their lives as before.

When they landed at Stansted Airport, she caught a glimpse of Iain across the baggage hall. She was waiting for her suitcase but Iain had only taken one holdall. He looked at her and gave her a smile, she smiled back and then he turned away and strode towards the car park. He had a longer journey than her, he lived in a large four bedroom house near St. Albans.

She wiped away a tear, grabbed her suitcase then walked towards the pick-up point. She was stubbornly determined to be stoic.

Dave was supposed to be there waiting for her. There was no sign of their red Ford Focus. Plenty of red cars, but not his. She always thought it strange that as soon as you started looking out for a car of a particular colour, suddenly there would be hundreds of them!

She switched on her phone and checked her messages, Nothing.

After waiting for twenty long minutes, she decided to ring Dave and find out what was going on.

It went straight through to his voicemail.

“Hi Dave, I’m at the pickup point, are you caught in traffic? You are still coming to pick me up aren’t you?”

She always felt awkward talking to a machine rather than a person. Although come to think of it, talking to Dave was sometimes like talking to a machine anyway.

She waited patiently for an hour and had left three more messages, each getting slightly more angry, before giving up and walking to the taxi rank.

As the taxi pulled up outside her small three-bed semi-detached house in Chelmsford, she saw the curtains slightly drawn. There was just something about a house that just shouted “Empty”. It was Monday lunchtime, maybe Dave had forgotten all about it and gone to work. It would have been like him.

She paid the taxi driver and then walked into the house. It felt cold and unlived in. She noticed her husband’s coat wasn’t hanging in the hall.

There was a note pinned to the cork board in the kitchen.

She opened the back door and walked to her favourite spot in the garden.

In the corner, she had created a little sanctuary for her with Ivy climbing up the walls and the white face of an Angel emerging from the greenery. It was a spot she liked to sit in a read. It was her ‘happy’ place.

She opened and read the note, something instinctively told her to wait.

“Lisa, 

I realise that we have been living a lie all these years. 

I have taken most of my things.

I have decided that there is someone else I want to be with.

You can have the house. 

Dave”

She looked at those few words, not much for twenty years of devotion, but somehow, she wasn’t sad at all.

Her mobile phone started to ring, the tune of Pharrell Williams “Happy” had been her ringtone for ages, but somehow couldn’t have been more poignant.

“Hi, Lisa? It’s Iain. Sheila’s chucked me out, she’s had all the locks changed and there’s someone’s red Ford Focus parked on the drive. I didn’t know who else I could talk to.”

Lisa couldn’t contain her smile, “Iain, come to me, I’ll text you the address. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

The End.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 10/September/2018

 

FOWC with Fandango — Stability

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Happy Families – Part two

Yesterday I wrote a short story about the discovery of a secret from the past. This was the story:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/07/15/a-multi-prompt-short-story-happy-families/

 

This is part two.

 

My poor mother was clearly in no fit state to deal with the issues that had suddenly been dumped upon her. The storm knocking over Grandfather’s tree and exposing a body. The locket containing a key to a box kept locked for who knows how many years. Then finally the revelation of Great Aunt Sally’s diary. It had all been too much for Mother and she descended into tears.

I did the best thing I could do. I helped her into her bedroom, made her drink a glass of water containing her sleeping powders and put her to bed. I sat with her until her chest rose and fell in that steady rhythm of deep sleep. Her body looked so gaunt and frail. She had never been a big eater and living on her own, she clearly hadn’t been eating enough to keep her strength up. Any strength she’d had noticeably ebbed away with the shock of recent events. Her pale hair hung in wispy tendrils around her softly lined face. Her eyes were sunken. She looked more like an eighty-year-old rather than a woman in her sixties. In fact, she reminded me of Great Aunt Sally herself, who’d been eight-eight when she passed. The memory of her, reminded me of that leather-bound book I’d left in her old bedroom.

I walked slowly back down the landing to Great Aunt Sally’s bedroom and sat down upon the bed. A musty smell surrounded me as I sank into that old feather mattress. I picked up the diary. Dare I read this, knowing that it will bring me face to face with some dreadful reality? I knew I had to read on, no matter how dark the journey will be. This was a part of my family history. I prepared myself to amble through the past.

The book fell open at the front page, scrawled with those terrible words my Great Aunt had written ‘Why I killed my Sister today.’

It was clear that these words had been written in some time after the first entry below. Although it was the same hand, the fateful words had been written in a shakier less steady hand but was in clearer ink. The entries below appeared to have been written many years early. The ink was faded and it looked like it had been written in one of those scratchy old-fashioned pens.

The first date was December 25th, 1910.

I received this diary for Christmas and this is my first entry. Emma and I were so excited when we discovered Santa Claus had been. Both our stockings that we’d hung at the bottom of our bed were bulging, but Emma’s seemed to be more so than mine. I was pleased with my Christmas Orange and the walnuts. I had four but I think Emma had six walnuts but she hid two and said she’d only had four like me. We both had gifts wrapped in brightly colour paper and string. Emma’s was bigger than mine, as usual.

Well no surprise that my present was this diary, and I am quite pleased with it, but Emma’s present was much nicer. It was a wooden box carved with animals and the wood smelled so nice. I wish I had that box instead. Emma always gets the best. Just because she’s the elder by ten minutes and she has dimples and I don’t. I hate being a twin. Mother said it’s special being a twin because you always have a friend to play with, but I hate it, hate it, HATE IT.

January 30th, 1910

I am recovering in the infirmary because I fell out of our tree house. They were worried I may have been killed. I remember we were playing, Emma and I, but then as so often happened, she said something spiteful so I slapped her and we ended up fighting again. People may have thought it was an accident, but I know better. Emma pushed me. I heard the doctor talking to Mother, I have broken my legs but they will heal but the doctor said I had internal bleeding of the uterus and as such I may have issues in the future. I can’t say I understand much of the words he used but It sounds impressive. Mother came and sat with me and made a lot of fuss over me. It makes a change from Emma getting all the attention.

I flicked over some of the pages. The childish outbursts and pettiness irritated me. I hadn’t known Great Aunt Sally and my Grandmother had been twins, but I had never known my Grandmother at all. It was clear that not every day had an entry, or every week. Sometimes weeks would pass before something was recorded. As I skimmed over a couple of pages, this resulted in travelling through time by a few years, then another entry caught my eye.

August 21st, 1915.

Our first ball. When Mother had said it was time for us to attend our first summer party I was thrilled and so was Emma. We seem to have been getting on better lately and I must admit it is nice to have someone to talk to and share secrets with. Emma always seems to know just what I’m thinking. We have had new dresses made, in a light frothy lacy material. Mine has green trim around the neck, waist and hem whereas Emma’s dress has red ribbons. As we entered the room people stopped and stared at us. I must admit we looked lovely with our long hair neatly curled into ringlets. I couldn’t help but overhear Mrs Paxton say “Don’t they look adorable” as we walked past. Then spiteful Cathy Anderson said “Emma does, I don’t think green suits Sally at all.”

I would have said something back to her, Cathy with her terrible complexion! The Gall of it, but then I saw them. Theodore and Edgar Taylor. They are twins too! They are visiting from Carolina and we spent most of the evening talking together. What gentlemen and what lovely dancers.

August, 25th 1915

I have lost my heart completely. Theodore Taylor is the most handsome man I have ever met. Of course, his brother Edgar is nice too, but Theodore’s eyes are bluer and he is just a bit taller, I think.

September, 3rd 1915

The most horrible thing has happened. Theodore has asked Emma to marry him. Doesn’t he know I adore him? It was all Emma’s doing. She knew I loved him. Why did I tell her? Why? She set out to deliberately steal him from me. I will never forgive her, never, never, never.

June 2nd 1916

So today was Emma’s wedding to Theodore. I didn’t want to go, but Emma begged me to be her bridesmaid. She even shed tears. She could always turn on those tears when she wanted something. I relented in the end. I felt cold inside watching Emma walking down the aisle and Theodore standing there waiting for her. It should have been ME.

Something, at least, has come out of today. Edgar proposed to me. I was sitting outside the church and I couldn’t help shedding a little tear as Emma and my Theodore rode off in that carriage. Edgar thought I was sad to see Emma go, bless him. He actually got down on bended knee and proposed. I said I would have to think about it.

I don’t love him, but I think I will accept. He and Theodore are very close. Much closer that Emma and I will ever be.

I thought it odd that there was no mention of her own wedding day, I skimmed over the pages but I could see no mention of it whatsoever.

 

To be Continued……..

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 16/July/2018

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FOWC with Fandango — Memory

 

A Fantasy Tale – Part Two

This is an extract of a fantasy story I wrote many years ago, in 1999/2000.

This follows on from this post:

https://talesfromthemindofkristian.wordpress.com/2018/05/26/a-fantasy-tale-part-one/

Part Two

“Good morning little one” the over loud voice of Mistress Calvert, her personal matron, greeted her. 

She Like Minni, as Mistress Calvert liked to be known by her charges, but she did keep thinking of her as a child.

“Good morning Minni. What time is it?”

“It’s half past Six, my cherub. You did ask to be woken up early, though you wouldn’t tell me why. Quite unlike you to be so secretive. It hurts when after all I have done for you, you can’t confide in old Minni.”

“I can’t for the life of me think why I wanted to be up this early. I only got to be a few hours ago…..Oh Warts! Now I remember.”

“Well really Miss, not like you to use such unladylike language. I have a mind not to let you go wherever it is you’re going. Where is that, my cherry pip? Where are you going at this time of the morning? Only servants are up this early and of course Wizards never sleep at all, do they?”

Realising that, after all, Minni seemed to have guessed where she was going, She decided to come clean. How typical of Minni, she could read her like a book.

“Well, you guessed right Minni, I’m off to see High Mage Angstrom. Please don’t tell Father, you know how he feels about Wizards. Now quick, help me get ready, I have to be there in half an hour.”

Minni helped get her ready and as she did Lara was forced to listen to a torrent of words.

“You must never keep a wizard waiting, no knowing what curse or spell they’ll put on you, or your family even. My friend, Lindi, swears her Jack’s lumbago was brought on because he didn’t turn up on time to fix Old Angstrom’s window. Still in agony he is after seven years. Then there is my friend Beatrice. She accidentally spilt Landerby’s tea when serving his breakfast and now she’s got that terrible wart on her elbow…..”

After twelve minutes of listing to all the friends that Minni had that have some complaint or another that can flimsily be connected somehow to a Wizard, Lara was finally ready.

“How do I look Minni?”

“Why you look angelic dear. A perfect Angel. Now you’d better hurry if you don’t want to be late. There’s a much quicker way to get to the Wizards tower if you go via the Kitchens and the West wing drawing-room. Hurry along dear and be careful.”

She walked briskly though the palace. Occasionally servants going about their daily chores of dusting and sweeping stopped to bow or curtsey and she responded with a smile. She ran down the servant’s steps to the main kitchens. Normally she would stop to talk to Mistress Dreyfus, the Cook, but now she just waved and hurried past.

“That child never stops for a chat nowadays” Said the cook to one of her helpers.

“Gone are the days when she would ask to lick the custard spoon.” After a wistful sigh the cook returned to thumping some dough with a rolling-pin.

Lara travelled on swiftly through the west wing and passed a beanpole of a man who gave her a very odd look. She ignored him. This was the wing used by foreign diplomats and her Father hated her to go near here as a rule, but it was the quickest way to get to High Mage Angstrom’s study.

“That’s the Governor’s daughter,” thought the envoy from Garmax as Lara ran past. “Stuck up and self-centered that one is. She could make an excellent hostage though. I bet her Father would pay a pretty penny to get her back.”

Finally reaching the stairs of the Wizard’s tower Lara began to climb. After nearly two hundred steps, Lara had reached One hundred and Seventy Three before she got bored and stopped counting, she reached the ornately carved wooden door to High Mage Angstrom’s study. She had six minutes to spare. Taking a deep breath Lara was just about to knock when the door swung open and a voice came from inside.

“Come in Lara. No use in standing out there forever.” The High Mage said gruffly.

She walked in and saw the Old man sitting behind his desk near the window and her friend, David was standing there too, in his plain novice robes.

“Hello David, what are you doing here?”

The High Mage interjected before David could reply.

“He is here because I told him to be here. By the way, you are early. I said Seven o’clock and there still 5 minutes to go.”

Lara couldn’t help remembering what Minni had been saying about cures and her friends warts. She started to feel just a little bit afraid.

“Well, I will spare you the warts this time young lady” The old man said with a glint of a smile. “Take a seat over there Lara. David, please fetch us some tea. Would you like some Crumpets? You should never undertake anything on an empty stomach, you know.”

Lara sat in the chair indicated and nodded that she would indeed love some crumpets. She hadn’t time for breakfast and the thought of crumpets made her stomach growl with hunger.

“David, as her friend, I think you should know that Lara has the ‘gift’.”

A loud crash filled the room as David dropped the teapot on the floor.

“The Gift?” Said David, becoming soprano all of a sudden. Lara felt she had to say something.

“Yes, David. I wasn’t sure at first, that’s why I wanted to speak to the High Mage in secret and now I know. I didn’t want anyone else to know though.”

David looked at her with sad eyes. Was there just a touch of jealousy?

“Lara, I have always dreamt of being a Mage and I have been studying for nearly a year. It will take many years of studying before I become a Mage and all this time you have had a natural ability and you never told me.”

“I wasn’t sure until that accident with the Baron Hawksworth.”

“You mean, that Gargoyle falling from the sky on his head, that was you?”

“Well, I caused it to happen. I know I’m no goddess but I’m not so ugly to be mistaken for a gargoyle!”

They laughed.

“You knew what I meant.”

The gruff voice of the High Mage interrupted their light-hearted conversation. 

“Now Young man, go get a dustpan and clean up that mess you’ve made. In future, I will make the tea.” 

A cup of tea materialised on Lara’s lap and beside her on a small table a plate of hot buttered crumpets appeared.

“Thank you” said Lara but then, just to show off she tried to make some honey appear to sweeten her tea. The bee hive that suddenly appeared on the mantelpiece complete with a swarm of bees was a complete surprise.

“I’m Surrounded by Idiots!” cried the High Mage waving his hands. The hive and all but one elusive bee disappeared. “I can see you are badly in need of teaching. Hurry up and finish your breakfast so we can begin.”

Eager to begin her lessons Lara ate her food too quickly and began hiccoughing. 

End of Part Two.

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 29/May/2018

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Ashcroft Hall Chronicles – The Story Continues

Yesterday I wrote a story that I called the Toad and the Tigress. It was a short story about a schoolgirl who was caught doing something naughty. I created the characters of two teachers, one who was very demanding and forceful and the other that was much more rounded and clever. I was kept awake all night by this second character and I decided to write some more about her. Her name is Miss Huntley and she is the headmistress of a rather old-fashioned girls school called Ashcroft Hall. 

Please read my story – The Toad and the Tigress, this story continues where that one left off. https://wp.me/p9J3l0-8f 

After Miss Huntley had retrieved the poor terrified toad and taken it back to its tank in the science lab, she helped Mrs Jameson down from her desk, where she had taken refuge. 

“Never mind Beatrice, we all have our little phobias. Have some tea, with a tot of brandy in it, that should buck you up again.”

“Thank you Headmistress. I hate those slimy things, where did it come from?”

“That was the prank that you thwarted. Cathy Pargeter blackmailed poor Kelly-Anne into placing that toad in Mrs Beacham’s desk. Unfortunately it fell out of her pocket when you were talking to her. I have got to the bottom of it, and now it’s time for some punishment. I’ll depend on you to help me mete it out.”

“So that’s what it was all about. Yes Headmistress you can count on me to come down very hard. “

“I never doubted it Beatrice.”

Returning to her room, Miss Huntley set the next part of her plan into action and summoned Miss Cartwright and Mrs Beacham in to see her.

“Thank you for coming so promptly, I hope it wasn’t too much of a disturbance for your classes.”

Miss Cartwright was tall and willowy with long straight chestnut hair that she left free and untied. She always seemed to be wearing brown. Today, it was a long brown skirt with a white blouse and brown cardigan. She was an excellent teacher though. 

“No trouble at all, I’ve got them reading the Rime of the Ancient Mariner, that’ll keep them going for a while.” Said Miss Cartwright in her usual soft voice.

Mrs Beacham was a round, pink-faced, blond-haired lady encased in a yellow flowery frock. She had the outward appearance of being all pink and fluffy, but she had a solid core. She was more of a disciplinarian that Miss Cartwright, but just as good a teacher.

“I’ve got my lot onto algebra. Should keep them quiet for a time. What was it you wanted Headmistress?” 

“I have uncovered a little prank that I think has rather a nasty undercurrent. Jessica, you teach Cathy Pargeter, Joan Langley and Alicia Spink don’t you? And Felicity you teach Kelly-Anne Thomas. Tell me your opinion of them please.”

Felicity Cartwright spoke first. “Kelly-Anne is a timid girl, easily lead and highly strung, I can’t imagine her doing something really bad.”

Jessica Beacham continued “Well Joan Langley is like that too. She latches onto more outgoing girls for their protection, she’d be a prime target for bullies. She isn’t as bright as the other two you mentioned. Now Alicia Spink is very forward and outspoken. She has the loudest mouth, often a sign of being less of a thinker. She might be in the thick of trouble but unlikely to be the brains behind it. On the other hand, Cathy Pargeter is one of those brainy people who can plan something, then get others to carry it out.”

“Well you’ve hit the nail on the head with that Jessica. Tell me, why did you put those three in detention?”

“I caught them cheating in a test. They had been passing their answers around to each other, but none of them knew the capital of Turkey, They’d all put down Constantinople, which of course isn’t what we now call that city anyway.”

“Well I am going to make an example of all of them. Joan Langley is going to go into the year below. Her birthday is in August and she is behind anyway. She will see it as a punishment, as intended, but it may be a blessing for her in the long run. I am going to transfer Alicia Spink into your class Felicity, I hope that’s all right with you. Have you got a bright girl that we can give to Jessica? Otherwise she will be down three.”

“Yes Gloria Baker is one of my brightest, she’s already read all of Byron’s poems.”

“She’s one of our scholarship girls isn’t she?”

“Yes her parents work in the biscuit factory, but she is awfully bright.”

“Excellent, think you can give her some stretch Jessica?”

“Definitely, we are starting Keats next term, that will stretch her alright.”

“Very good Ladies. I will be removing Cathy Pargeter altogether. I am going to speak to her father and then, depending on that meeting, either ask her to leave altogether, or give Beatrice Jameson a free hand with her. You can go back to your classes now. Jessica please send those three in to me will you?”

As they turned to leave Miss Huntley asked another question.

“Tell me Jessica, do you like toads?”

“Yes Headmistress I’m rather fond of amphibians in general.”

“So if you opened a draw and one popped out, it wouldn’t faze you?”

“No, not at all. Why?”

“Oh, no reason, off you go.”

About 15 minutes later the unholy trio came into the Headmistresses office. Three chairs had been arranged in front of the desk.

“Please sit down girls, I want to have a word with you.”

The three sat down, Alicia Spink in the middle and flanked by Cathy Pargeter on her right and Joan Langley on her left.

“I just have to speak to my secretary for a minute. Just sit there and think about what you have done and don’t touch anything.”

When Miss Huntley had left the room Alicia Spink immediately spoke up.

“What do you think the old bag knows Cathy? She can’t know about that Toad, can she? We put the frighteners on Kelly-Anne alright, she wouldn’t tell on us surely?”

Cathy replied tersely “Keep your mouth shut Alicia, she can’t know much. If she did tell, it’s her word against ours. Just deny everything. What did you do with the homework book Alicia?”

“It’s still in my locker, shall I dump it somewhere?”

“No, take it home and burn it, that’ll teach the little runt not to mess with us. Now remember keep quiet. Joan, you’re good at turning on the old water works, cry your eyes out if she gets close to the truth.”

In the next room Miss Huntley sat with her secretary listening to the intercom that she had left on. No one ever thought about the intercom. It was one of her most useful tricks. 

Smiling to herself, she turned to speak to her secretary.

“Ethel, take the master key and retrieve that homework book from Alicia Spink’s locker and bring it in to me in, say, about ten minutes, no need to rush.”

Miss Huntley returned to her desk and gave the girls her best stare. Looking at each of them intensely. Neither Joan or Alicia could look her in the eye. It was not always a sign of guilt, but in this case it was. Cathy Pargeter looked back at her undaunted. Her green eyes didn’t blink. That was a worrying indication. It said to Miss Huntley that not only was Cathy Pargeter guilty as hell, she was also completely lacking in guilt or shame. This was a very dangerous young lady. Miss Huntley had dealt with other dangerous young ladies in her time, this was not the first. All will now depend on speaking to the girls father. 

“So what can you tell me about a certain little toad?” Miss Huntley asked calmly.

“Nothing Mam, we don’t know anything about a toad.” Said Alicia, rather unconvincingly, as she appeared to be addressing the floor in front of her.

“Really, nothing at all? What about a homework book? Can you tell me anything about that?” Miss Huntley probed further.

Joan Langley started crying, or at least making the right noises. 

“What are you making those noises for Miss Langley? Is there something you want to tell me?”

“We really don’t know anything about this Miss Huntley and I must protest that you are upsetting poor Joan.” Said Cathy, speaking for the first time.

“I see. That is how we are going to play it? Is it?” Said Miss Huntley, without a break in her façade.

“Miss Huntley, I will speak to my father about this.” Cathy threatened.

The door then opened and in walked Ethel with Kelly-Anne’s homework book and placed it on the desk in front of the Headmistress.

“Thank you Ethel, you may go now.”

“Hey! That was in my locker, you don’t have the right to go into my locker!” Shouted Alicia indignantly.

“Oh but it isn’t your locker Miss Spink, it is the schools locker and I had reason to suspect I would find this in there. You see I know everything; there is absolutely no use in denying it. Miss Spink you will go back to your desk and pack your things you are moving to Miss Cartwright’s class. You will also be staying in at lunchtimes for the remainder of term. Miss Langley, you too will be kept in at lunch, but you will also be repeating the year. Go and report to Miss Henry. I will be writing to your parents to inform them of my decision. You may go now.”

The two girls left the room, in a bit of a rush.

“As for you Miss Pargeter, you mentioned your father, who I am well aware is our Member of Parliament. I will be arranging a meeting with him myself. Until that meeting you will remove yourself from my school. You will remain suspended until I have decided otherwise. Now get out of my sight.”

Miss Huntley did take some pleasure from seeing the colour drain from Cathy Pargeter’s face before she left. She wouldn’t have been human if she didn’t.

“Now comes the most tedious part of the whole thing. I will have to speak to that odious bore, the Right Honourable Member of Parliament, Mr Bernard Pargeter. This job does have its down side.” Sighing to herself, Miss Huntley picked up the telephone to dial and arrange the meeting.

The End. 

 

Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 09/April/2018

 

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