NIGEL arrived almost the same time as Sarah, indeed they stood side by side.
He was a scruffy looking twentysomething with torn jeans, faded t-shirt and wayward light brown hair.
“Is this the queue?” he asked.
NIGEL arrived almost the same time as Sarah, indeed they stood side by side.
He was a scruffy looking twentysomething with torn jeans, faded t-shirt and wayward light brown hair.
“Is this the queue?” he asked.
by Patrick O’Connor
HE was determined to win this year. Years of failure had made him – he looked around sheepishly as if he was checking if anyone could read his thoughts - really, really mad. And, of course, that wasn’t allowed. You weren’t supposed to even frown.
This year the Tall Man had come up with a cunning plan.
Love Letters
by Patrick O’Connor
COME on, get a grip, you should be tougher than this.Louise knew that her break was nearly over and that very soon she would have to be back on the ward. Better tidy up, she thought, wipe away those tears, stop sniffling. For God’s sake woman, you’re a ward sister, shouldn’t get upset like this. She looked at herself in the mirror, brushed her hair and put the letters back in the drawer before leaving her office.
by Patrick O’Connor
“YOU’LL never guess who I’ve just seen?”
Dave guessed that, by the sound of Nathan’s voice on the phone, he wouldn’t be able to guess.
“OH my God! Oh my God!”
That was Claire’s usual reaction to most things. Even if someone brought her a cup of coffee she would exclaim loudly: “Oh my God, that’s so nice. Oh my God, thank you.”
DO you remember that TV game show called What’s My Line? Panellists had to question contestants in order to determine their occupation. If I’d have been on it, they would never have guessed correctly. Never, never in a million years.