Jason gripped the cold steel handles of the detonation plunger. In two minutes he was going to blow most of Elephant & Castle sky high. That would teach the annoying anti-planning brigade a lesson.
Jacob’s dementia was beyond gone. He remembered nothing of his life. He didn’t recognise family or friends. Left to die in a home, his non-existent memory constantly surprised the nurses.
In Victoria Park, Jessica jogged the circuit and waved to each clump of daffodils she passed. The symmetric, canary petals punctuated the thick grass, the rising sun teased their shadows.
Simon watches television. It’s the same shit, everyday. One day, television tells him there’s a new station available. All he has to do is re-tune the television.
