Sophie Bradbury


I am a writer.

Er, Red Rum?

The weather forecast woke Martin at five fifty-nine pm. He wondered why he had switched on his radio-alarm clock when he had no reason to get up. He usually listened to the Six O’clock News, so he let it play. He sat up and stretched, smiling as he caught sight of the winning lottery ticket on his bedside table. Four million pounds, tax free, meant an end to working the night shift.A grumbling rumble issued from Martin’s stomach and he wondered if his wife had left him something to eat before she went to work that morning. She usually took …Read more

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