The Investigator steps back from the scene and exits the house via the front door. He moves out onto the street and beyond the barriers. He stands amongst the onlookers allowing the others to get in close and to do what they need to do. He won’t move again until they are finished and haveContinue reading “THE INVESTIGATOR #2”
Tag Archives: Fiction
THE SHOULDER
THE LONG DRIVE
Image by Christine Renney Fuller is waiting for Miranda to emerge from the office block where she works. He is pacing the street, directly opposite, glancing repeatedly up at the windows and across at the glass doors in front. He can’t be sure she is in there, after all she is to be married tomorrow,Continue reading “THE LONG DRIVE”
THE PLAINS
Image by Christine Renney Davis missed the road. More accurately, he missed the discipline it had provided. He no longer expected it to re-appear. Davis wasn’t searching for the road. In fact, he believed that if he was to find the centre then it was necessary to leave the road behind, abandon it and thisContinue reading “THE PLAINS”
A PLACE OF PLENTY
Image by Christine Renney Davis feels he has failed, that by turning back he is giving in. He tries hard to convince himself it is just a setback but he has been searching for days and hasn’t yet managed to re-find the road. Davis is lost, or at least this is how it seems, howContinue reading “A PLACE OF PLENTY”
THE MESSAGE
Image by Christine Renney As he walks Davis thinks almost constantly about stopping. This idea, more, this conviction plays in his head as if on a spool. An extract from a news bulletin but one he has missed, that he hasn’t heard, one, perhaps, he has had to invent. It isn’t so much that DavisContinue reading “THE MESSAGE”
LOOKING DOWN
Image by Christine Renney He trawls through the city, as often as he is able. He carries the camera, although he hasn’t used it in months. It is a prop, camouflage. He lifts it to his face and, pressing his eye to the viewfinder, he gazes off to the side or up above. He pointsContinue reading “LOOKING DOWN”
GHOST LETTER 25
Image by Christine Renney Stepping under the bridge I begin to slow down and, at about the midway point, I grind to a halt. I take in my surroundings and suddenly I have shelter, a roof over my head. I glance at the wall to my right. It is littered with graffiti. I cross andContinue reading “GHOST LETTER 25”
THE GANGSTER’S SUIT
Image by Christine Renney The Gangster’s Wife had arranged to meet with an old friend in a park, close to the offices where she once worked. She hadn’t been in the city in a while, at least not during the day and on her own, without the Gangster and all that being with him entailed.Continue reading “THE GANGSTER’S SUIT”
THE CATS
They were the kind of couple that, after twenty years of marriage, had settled wholeheartedly into the rituals and routines that now comprised their life together. They didn’t want for more than they had or for what they wouldn’t be able to obtain. They worked diligently for their employers, if objectively, but were reliable andContinue reading “THE CATS”
