Friday, 21 September 2018

Sowerbutt's Invitation

Sowerbutt sat down quickly, well aware of the Spanish leader’s sensitivity about his short stature. “El Caudillo, I am honoured to be invited to your summer home here in Galicia.”

Sowerbutt's Funeral

The mourners at the funeral of the Poplar businessman were a curious assortment.

Sowerbutt's Dog

The Dalmatian's head was low, body crouched and tail stiff.

Thursday, 20 September 2018

Sowerbutt's Finger

A chubby pink finger in a Horse Guards office trembled on its way down the list followed by a spectacular explosion.

Sowerbutt's Prison

Four experienced members of the SAS, on special detachment, were infiltrated into the prison several years after it opened; their orders were to break out - using non-lethal force as necessary.

Sowerbutt's File

The files former occupants, including the vital index page, were separately stamped with the classification Never To Be Released, placed in an acid-free archival storage box and driven under close escort to a tightly-guarded anonymous storage facility, designated under the Official Secrets Act of 1989.

Thursday, 6 September 2018

Sowerbutt's Women

The Professor pecked at the last honey cake. “You ladies are natural business people. So many of my male contemporaries are foolish for ignoring the female genius and aptitude. A waste of talent if I may say and I do so dislike waste."