Dystopia

Joe Malone was arranging his exit from the UK via a People Smuggler he’d met in the cafe. I was just about to seal the deal, when a deep voice from just behind me exclaimed [more…]

The door opened and the Scottish singer emerged. I stared at him in some surprise. He was shorter than my imagination had prepared me for. Also, I hadn’t expected the turban. As he stepped out, [more…]

The screen was replaying the police chief, McCarey’s, earlier conference. But now my face was clearly visible in an inset on the screen. With Joe Malone underneath as a caption. I had been named. I [more…]

Ch 35 – Deer Stalker. The sun was well up now. Nina’s Novazyanka had taken me out. I had slept for more than two hours, that was for sure. Leo’s phone said 1.01pm. I tried [more…]

I set the screen lock to ‘none’ and the timer to one hour. Ate a handful of peanuts. Drank a half a glass of the water and curled up on the chair with the red [more…]

The door opened and a big man in a bad suit came out. “Hello Leo,” I said to him. “Well, well,” he said back. “Joe Malone. I thought I told you not to come round [more…]

I waited some more for the machine to do something, but it did nothing pressed the touchscreen again. Nothing happened. I couldn’t just go on standing here in the concourse of the bridge ticket area. [more…]