Category: Fiction

When I was strolling around in the field today I came across some ticks. I had cut through the field rather urgently because the trail no longer suited me.

Ben White started his second day at Margate with a self-guided tour. From his hotel, down the hill to the beach.

Just before lunch, the PA crackles to life. The other students in Tessa’s World History class stop their discussions and freeze. The principal clears her throat through the speaker. 

Then it became clear her out-of-sorts-ness those last couple hours meant nothing except she’d been incubating something outré to say.

When she had her wits about her, she was a relentless hunter-down of slackers, jokers, and lavatory smokers.