No Escape
The baker’s eyes narrowed as he examined the stranger in the flickering candle-light. It was almost five o’clock, closing time, and this man would be the last customer of the day. He had an average build and height, but wore a hooded cloak which cast a shadow across his face. He also wore an eye-patch over his left eye, which made the baker nervous.
Peter the Mouse
This is the story of a mouse who got into rather a lot of trouble.
Once upon a time, Mr. and Mrs. Mouse, of 23 Mousely Way, had a baby who they called Peter. "We shall name him after my father," said Mr. Mouse, as he gazed into the crib, and Mrs. Mouse agreed because her husband's father had been brave and bold.
Any Other Day
1/13
It felt damn good to drive this car, Bill thought as he turned off the slip road and sped out onto the motorway. He eased down on the accelerator with his right foot and felt the Porsche rumble beneath him, purring like a contented cat. The whole experience made him feel like a man, powerful and in control. Of course, that was how the Bill Kettle saw himself, and that was how he wanted the world to see him too.
Tayto
“So, um, where did you get the name Tayto?”
It was the question they always asked. Not right after you met them, but after a while. Eventually there’d be a gap in the conversation, the club's music would be between songs, and they’d throw it out there. It had taken this girl about five minutes.