Written in 365 Parts: 9: I like the Truth
Drick had been waiting in the almost featureless ‘central processing’ main lounge for greater than forty minutes and was beginning to run out of news headlines to read on social…
Drick had been waiting in the almost featureless ‘central processing’ main lounge for greater than forty minutes and was beginning to run out of news headlines to read on social…
Drick stood and placed their arms outwards from the side of their body showing the palms with fingers outstretched as the roller door lifted. The door hadn’t even made it…
Drick studied Marsh as they stared at Drick for several long moments. “The transport will land shortly and then they will start to process the containers. We are near the…
“It was hundreds of years ago?” surprise and then quickly it turned to disbelief, “that’s not possible, that can’t be true. “It might be impossible, Marsh, but it is true.…
“Well you are in a prisoner transport, or what you said was a prisoner transport, so it follows that you are or prisoner, or a guard.” “Well I am not…
“Well I told you my name. I’m Marsh. I grew up in Cumbria and I used to be in the military, I think. Some of that is really confused as…
“I’m not sure,” again a strong look of confusion, “everything is all jumbled in my head.” “Try to not over think. When they sprayed you it would have had a…
“So how did you get here?” There was a dry cough before the rasping reply, “what, where, where am I?” Drick watched as they struggled to sit upright, hacking up…
In pretty much every medical conversation I have had over the last few years the same questuion is always asked, ‘do you drink’ and the same set of answers appear…
Driving along any motorway in England at the moment is an exercise in traffic control and cone watching. Everywhere you see the same sign, ‘upgrading to smart motorways expect delays…