image by christine renney The box was large, almost the size of a small fridge.  The Courier managed to wrap his arms around it and, tucking it under his chin, he hugged the package tight against his chest.  It wasn’t heavy, just cumbersome, and awkwardly he began staggering across the car park.  He realised that he mustContinue reading “THE DELIVERY”


Image by Mark Renney He hadn’t been struck immediately by the uncanny resemblance with that other place. Not as they pulled into the driveway nor as they climbed from the car and the old man ushered them into the chalet at the far end of the row, the one closest to the house, his office.Continue reading “QUICKSAND”