by Kirsty France | Dec 16, 2024 | Christmas, short story
Becky looked up at the clock and was dismayed that only three minutes had passed since she last checked. She scanned the shop floor in front of her. Still empty. It was hardly surprising. You’d have to be pretty desperate to venture down to the basement on Christmas...
by Kirsty France | Dec 17, 2023 | Christmas, short story
“Of course, I didn’t realise I’d just seen a murder.” They all stopped talking when I said that. “You saw a what?” Thomas said, his mouth half full of the mince pie he’d shoved in moments before. “A murder. I mean, when I saw them together, I thought they were just...
