One-Ten wheeled her way across the front room scribbling something on her notebook, Arthur silently observed her while beginning to knit. "What colour trim do you want on your cardigan?" He finally asked. "Yellow of course," she snapped in a tone suggesting this should be obvious. "Ok," said Arthur. "Would you care to share a … Continue reading 3TC: Dealings
The mourners reached the lublic house in respectable time, Mum had left the logburner on a slow burn so the house was warm for them. Her eldest child Derek, had laid on a good spread and it was expected that the regulars would soon attend for the wake. It had been announced that the Barry's … Continue reading FOWC: The Property of a Gentleman (Deceased)
"Why did you resign?" Asked Arthur pouring his guest a cup of tea. "I had my reasons," replied Vicky. Arthur smiled and offered some biscuits, "they all say that." "Is it really that important to you?" She asked selecting a Bourbon Cream and dunking it in her cup. "Not to me but it is a … Continue reading Fall Out (mildly NSFW)
The golden hue of the October sun was beginning to fade over the weathered brickwork of Victoria Central and like many others across the country, the station was soon to be filled with weary business men ascended and descending the platform as the working day drew to a close. Victoria Central was not the most … Continue reading 3TC: The Absent Arrival
The Paradox club was not longer held in high regard, time had moved on and fads have changed but the owner of the Paradox club had failed to keep up with the changes. As times got harder he clung to the belief that soon people's opinion would change and the punters would be back through the … Continue reading 3TC: The Auction
"INFORMATION: ION STORM PROTEAN WILL BE PASSING THESE SPACIAL CO-ORDINATES. NAVIAGTION COMPUTERS SUGGEST EVASIE ACTION TO AVOID DISRUPTION TO THE MAIN CIRCUITS." "Well," said Tanal. "You heard what Ftank said." "And?" queried commander Shore. "Are we going to follow his advice?" "Tanal," barked commander Shore, "the ship has been put on a strict mission by … Continue reading FOWC: Crackles
The old Gramophone clanked into life and after a few moments adjustment the sounds of the Tommy Orchestra crackled through the speaker. The muffled but unmistakably voice of Frank Sinatra soon followed through crooning the lyrics to "Whispering." Brandy sat in the chair and closed her eyes listening to the lyrics. She longed to have … Continue reading 3TC: November 7th
Arthur dusted himself off and picked up the charred remains of his costume, it'd had been fun being in fancy dress- he'd forgotten the joy of it. Occasionally the Job threw up these little forgotten perks and he was thankful for it. Sevenpenny had slipped her Red Riding Hood cloak around a shivering guest. She … Continue reading Epilogue
He had the dream again, he watched as Susan flying in the sky, she soar like an eagle but with greater majesty. And then, like Icarus before her, her wings disintegrated and she plummet in the ground with a sickening impact. He woke up sweating profusely, his bedsheets sticking to him. Susan lay next to … Continue reading 3TC: The Icarus Syndrome
It was just another Halloween in Lower Storpington, no frills or fuss, just a few parties and the street decorations going up. This year however the new vicar, Mr Magister, had filed an objection to the street decorations and had attempted to issue a curfew of 10pm for any social gatherings whether they be in … Continue reading 3TC: Trick or Treat
