Glitch by Chris Green ‘Heliotrope destination,’ the caller says and then hangs up. Heliotrope destination? It sounds like a cryptic crossword clue. What does that mean? What on earth is he talking about? In these days of scams and hoaxes, I record the calls we get on our landline. I play the message back. […]
Call Me Lottie – by Chris Green LOTTIE ‘Pale blinds, drawn all day, I’m afraid,’ says Landon Truitt. ‘Upstairs and down.’ ‘I remember getting those blinds fitted,’ I say. ‘Local fellow. He called himself The Blind Man, which at the time I thought was amusing.’ ‘The Blind Man. Good name. Very droll, Mrs Crenshaw.’ ‘Lottie. […]
NIGHT by Chris Green In the middle of the night, Hank hears voices. He is not sure if this is the chatter of revellers coming home from the clubs blown in on the wind, or if Mrs Oosterhuis has left her television on. Alongside this, there is the noise from the night workers laying the […]
