My Days-of-Mourning Diary.
This is what it must be like for those people who live in a town at the base of a …
This is what it must be like for those people who live in a town at the base of a …
Tycienski herded most of the stunned agency workers through the kitchen door and out into the night. The workers were …
Tycienski threw himself like a tennis ball down flights of stairs. He was immensely cheerful now that he was free …
What Tycienski knew was this: Agata had been sacked from the agency eight months ago. On the phone, however, she …
A girl in an apron had appeared, looking as if she was about to stamp her foot and shoo them …
The agency deployed its workers throughout a broad chain of hospices and care homes, rather like a militaristic empire sending …
When the new girl arrived back at the house that evening, longing to put her feet up after traipsing for …
The house had settled down after lunch; little doors had opened in inconspicuous places and gulped down all of those …
Macbeth had been abandoned just after the murder of Duncan, which had at least provided a fortuitous ending to the …
Janet brightened up after lunch and the service staff were alarmed to hear her suddenly wittering away about the garden. …
Perpetually alert and infinitely calculating, Janet was sitting up in bed and waiting for the arrival of the new girl. …
My agency has been lately sending me to work at the hospital canteen, where I am usually put on the …
When the alarm clock went off, I awoke with a grunt, automatically made my decision, disabled the alarm clock and …
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