Friday’s 55 Fiction : The Sped Arrow?
The room had a look of being ransacked, with clothes strewn all over and papers filling in the gaps. Still, the cheque book was elusive.
The phone was ringing incessantly too.
“Come back, Annie …. I can’t do without you”!
Something was turning into ashes, somewhere… his arrogance, his idiosyncrasies and toast among other things.