short story

The sky muffles the land like an army blanket. Stars and moon are hidden it will be a long night. The man's heels click on the cobbles as he gropes his way down the hill. He flicks on his torch. The faint slit of light picks out the white painted curb edge guiding him. It will suffice until he needs to cross over. Concentrating on the pavement his head makes impact with a street lamp and he falls unconscious.

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. I had been sick this morning and fainted twice in the past week so I thought it best to relax with my book and try to stop worrying. I had not got beyond the first page when the phone rang .

I was eighteen and a baker's round man when I first met my wife. She was twenty-two and a teacher. "You're not like any teacher I had", I told her.

I walked into the second hand book shop to escape the rain. No one came to question me. The musty interior echoed the tinkle of the antiquated door bell as I entered.

"BODY FOUND" the headlines screamed. Simon felt his stomach lurch, he clung to the edge of the counter for support.

Ere are you all right duck?’ The assistant asked?

'Who is it?' I shouts.  Coronation Street was about to start when the doorbell rang.  People's got no consideration these days.