(2500 words) Pyser Lee slept badly on Sunday nights. He worried about the week ahead, work. Having finally drifted off, he didn't want to go to the kitchen and answer his ringing phone. 'You have to answer it,' said Miranda sleepily.
White Space (Words 4291) Lee Walker pressed down, down, down on the list of names until he saw Taylor Ball. He hesitated then dialled. After five rings, a voice: "Lee? "Mate, yeah. It's me, Lee.
There are these days¦Long days, when the sun is bright and the air a scented, brilliant blue; birds are singing and the ice cream men give their odd musical vans one final extra special clean with a sponge dunked in a bucket of hot soapy water because they know business is going to be good on days like these.