What with these feet?

He was late. He waited for a break in the traffic and then crossed, hurriedly. He looked at his watch again hoping he’d misread it the previous six times he’d checked. He hadn’t. He was definitely late. He quickened his pace and weaved in and out of the massed throngs of people whose only purpose seemed to be to slow him down and make him even more late than he already was. He turned right. There it was in the in the distance, his destination. He checked his watch again. He was still late. He thought about running, but under the circumstances he decided that wasn’t a wise move. He strode on, buoyed slightly by the fact that where he had to get to was now in view. He’d never really appreciated how beautiful it was until now. She was happy. Today was going to be a great day. Potentially, the greatest day of her young life. She was ready. She had put in all the hard work and now that was going to pay off. She was determined. Most people had been excited for her but of course he h

“Hurry, he’ll be here soon” she said. He opened the kitchen door and left at a pace. The hallway was pitch black. He took out his phone to guide the way to the front door, careful to avoid the obstacles that stood in his path. There seemed to be boxes and shoes strewn all around, she really ought to be tidier. A flicker of a smile played across his lips as he had this thought. Who was he to think someone should be tidier, the state that he let his flat get into at times! The cold night air hit his face as he stepped outside. There was a flash of light, a deafening bang and then nothing. A small shaft of sunlight made a perfect circle on the bedroom wall. She sat on the bed staring off into space, tousling her long hair. The phone rang which brought her back from wherever she had been in her head. She looked at the caller ID and pressed the reject button. She didn’t want to speak to him. Not now. Maybe she’d be able to tomorrow.   She sighed heavily and dragged herself up off th

Sometimes it is incredibly difficult. That was always the hardest thing to get across to other people. They may have been sympathetic had they been given the chance to make their own minds up, but as he always kept it well hidden, this hypothesis was never tested. Although some memories may fade over time, he remembers quite vividly when it all changed for him. He was 19 years old, living at home and working in a factory. Life was fine, if a little uneventful. The job was mind-numbingly boring, but he was well paid for his age. Having very few overheads to worry about, and no one else to spend his money on, he always had a fair bit of cash burning a hole in his pocket. And that’s where the danger lay. He craved, something. And the one place he found it, was the online casinos. They say time doesn’t exist in a casino and an online one is no different. He spent hours sitting in that cheap plastic chair in the spare room mindlessly clicking the mouse every few