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First FrostI stood shivering in the telephone booth, fumbling with the small piece of paper on which he had written his telephone number. With freezing fingers, I carefully pressed the numbers and anxiously waited for him to answer. The telephone rang for what seemed like a lifetime. Eventually, the person on the other end of the telephone picked up the receiver and spoke.First Frost
‘Hello?’ enquired the familiar voice. ‘Who’s there?’
‘Hi, David, it’s me. What’s happened? I’ve been standing here in the freezing cold waiting for you. I kept saying to myself that you must be held up in traffic.
by ~Star-light-ning
Mission.I looked through the car window and my reflection stared back at me. This tired and drawn face showed the strain. How different my life had become and yet even now my life was in the balance. In a few moments, it would all be over and the transaction would be complete. Would somebody suspect or recognise me? Did they already know? What if it went wrong? For a brief second, questions and doubts flashed through my mind.Mission.
The silence was broken by Vladimir Popovich’s cold, deep, detached voice,
“We’re here.” Every doubt and fear shrank to the back of my mind. All the time and money spent on training cannot
by ~Star-light-ning
Imprisoned.When most people escape from prison, they do not usually write a book. Do you know why? The authorities would get to know. So guess what I did? Yes, I wrote a book. I wanted people to know what it was like to be in prison, to be on the run when you are not guilty. So what if I did get caught, hmm? At least people would understand why, why I had to escape. Here is my story.Imprisoned.
I had been put in a cell with this guy, did not even know his name although he seemed to know me, which I thought was kind of odd, but I did not like to ask questions. He was tall and broad with jet-black tussled hair. He was looking out of the window. I decide
by ~Star-light-ning
One place. Two seasons.A few fluffy, white clouds float across the bright blue sky. High above the clouds, aeroplanes leave vapour trails. The baking sun is directly overhead but the gentle, warm breeze keeps everyone cool.One place. Two seasons.
The sea is calm making small ripples on the sand, only disturbed by passing speedboats racing through the waves. Squawking seagulls swoop down to pick up scraps that have been left. Fishing boats come into the harbour and a day trip leaves for a tour of the lighthouse. Yachts and peddalos bob about at sea. There are patches of colour in the sea as people float on lilos and dart about on small surfboards trying to catch a wave. All a
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