“Oh hello,” said Gordon Lister to the two women sat in the conservatory, “I didn’t know we had guests. I’m Gordon. Pleased to meet you.” “Yes,” said the woman dressed in heels and an expensive business-like skirt suit, “We thought you must be. Your mother’s always showing us pictures of you standing on some podium… Continue reading A Taste of Things to Come
“Oh, sorry to interrupt,” said Gordon Lister apologetically, “I just wondered if you ladies would like another drink? What were you talking about anyway? It sounded like you were enjoying yourselves.” The four women sat in his mother’s front room all turned round and looked up at the same time. She’d been out for what… Continue reading The Opportunity
Gordon Lister tilted his head back and looked up at the headscarf tied around his crossed wrists and over the armrest of Mrs Curran’s three-seater. He’d fantasized about the possibility of something more than a purely platonic friendship, and had spent a whole day sat next to her at the church charity fund-raiser in an… Continue reading Six Months and Sixty Minutes
Gordon Lister sat quietly all the way back as Gaby Dawson hummed contentedly next to him, while occasionally laughing and muttering about “how we might never know who faked that picture or why”, some vague airy comments “how they deserve a promotion” and that “it’s a pity she and her friends wouldn’t get the opportunity… Continue reading The Picture in the Printer – 3/3
Gordon dutifully followed his boss though the building’s outer door, and onwards into a large open plan office where five women, all of whom were at least twice his age, less than half his weight and dressed as if attending some sort of important business meeting, were laughing and drinking from small wine glasses. The one… Continue reading The Picture in the Printer – 2/3
Gordon Lister looked down at the picture on Gaby Dawson’s desk and started to protest his innocence: “Where did you get that from? That’s not me! It’s some sort of fake!” Gaby Dawson grinned up at him. “So you’re saying that this isn’t you? That somebody has created it on a computer? Who would do that? And why would they leave… Continue reading The Picture in the Printer – 1/3
We’ve spent the day putting up and decorating our Christmas tree, and five minutes after we’d finished he went upstairs to return with five well-wrapped presents all tagged up for me “with lots of love”, “xxx” etc. One is a box about the size of my laptop but five times the depth, and each of the others feels… Continue reading What I Want for Christmas?