Hide Out at Stamford Bridge

‘Shit,what do we do?’These men had guns. Who were they? What did they want? And why had this romantic surprise turned into a night from hell? It all happened so quickly and Alison was scared. Yvan squeezed her hand tightly.  He…

Brief Encounter on the Number 19

I had been walking for a while since leaving Soho, following another random after work drinks. By the time I had reached Hyde Park, the novelty of walking home on a summer’s evening had worn off, so I jumped onto…


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