As soon as he walked into the Save Mart, I knew the truth.
Inspired by ‘True Tales of American Life’, edited by Paul Auster There was someone in the tree. MY tree. On MY branch. It was a boy. I was twelve, and horrified. I thought nobody knew about the tree. I called it the Magic Faraway Tree-
Ellie hugged her daughter closer to her as the truck sped off. This was, apparently, as close to a settlement as the driver dared go. Maybe they were dangerous around here. She had wanted to find out more about his veiled references to threats, but
The entrance to the Fae court is on Allenby Terrace. Down the first three flights of steps you turn left, through the gap in the fence. It looks like a burned-out shell of a building from the steps themselves, but once you face it directly,
By 3am I was regretting the decision to become a solicitor at the firm I’d chosen, though I suspected the regret would last only as long as it took me to get a good night’s sleep and check my bank balance. The estate of Mr
…It’s me. Got a job for you. The one I mentioned the other night. This is strictly routine, right? The instructions will be in the usual place in the usual format. You know what to do. So do it. And the normal rules apply. ***BEEP***