20: Not taken
There are pros and cons to lying low in Soho. On the one hand, there are so many people around that it’s easy to go unnoticed amongst the crowd; on […]
Category Archives: Sophie
17: Night Shift
Wednesday’s are usually fairly quiet. Not much going on in the local clubs midweek. Thursday night is another story – Thursday is the new Friday. And the weekends are hideous; […]
Fifteen
Yesterday evening I had this feeling that I would see you. It had been raining all day, a constant grey blurring of the world. But around five o’clock the skies […]
Fourteen
My heart sank as I opened the door to the flat; it was empty – empty of Sophie, anyhow. I could feel it; not only from the waves of coldness […]
Thirteen
The day before they let me out, a man came to see me. I was sort of half-dozing at the time – not really asleep as such, but I’d found […]
Ten
Autumn had arrived unbidden, and Sophie was not impressed. Her hand lingered over the switch on the boiler which would reignite the central heating. But with the radio buzzing with […]
Nine
Sophie was making sandwiches, humming happily along with the radio. She smiled as she spread the finest possible film of warmed butter over the bread, then carefully placed translucent slices […]
