Billy reached the top of the hill, threw his leg over the bike, and sat. With a one, two, three, he pushed himself forward, the momentum just enough to get him rolling. 215 more words
“I must hurry.” The air was gravid with spring droplets, threatening a storm.
“Lucy, don’t go,” he half whispered as the wind blew about the cotton white curtains. 92 more words
It’s been ages since I last posted a short story here, what with launching my debut anthology, book reviews, and updating the book listing site for my Indie author review group, but I’ve finally managed to take some time out for another retribution themed tale, my favourite genre alongside humour – it’s a bit on the dark side, and crosses over into some rather controversial subject matter. 5,169 more words