Zen spat. His heart felt like a punch bag as he shuffled away from the woman at the wheel. “Why, would you prefer to walk?” She looked at him and smiled seductively. “How the hell do you know my name?” His stomach twisted in knots. “They told me.” “They?” “You know, them.” She smiled, all sugar a...
There I was, sat on the porch, shirt sleeves rolled up, trying to cool down as I drank some of the homebrew that I had made two months ago. The summer heat wave had persisted into December. Weathermen used it as evidence about their claims of Global warming; others put it down to freak weather c...
Once or twice she thought she heard a faint humming sound in the distance, like a swarm of angry bees, but she put it down to her imagination, which was now running riot. She wished she’d never found that damn diary. Was beginning to wish she hadn’t accompanied Drake out here. She also wished tha...