The Bridge. Morning broke across the park with a scream. Lee was on his feet and racing toward the campsite before he was fully awake. He followed the pandemonium until he reached a group of crying teenage girls holding onto to each other. He couldn’t see what was wrong but an elderly man in white …
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Sunday Picture Press: Ground Fall – Part 4
The Maw. Lee stared at the dark chasm where the central path had been. The entire thing had dropped into the ground in a perfect line. Sun light reached down into the darkness. Lee saw layers of soil and stone and roots protruding from the sides. He peered over the edge into the dark void …
Sunday Picture Press: Ground Fall – Part 3
One Hour Before Caroline waited in the car when Lee collected supplies from the art shop. She watched the traffic and swarms of tourists ambling along the street. The hot weather always brought them out in droves; the old city was like a magnet for tourists and their cameras. Across the street she spotted a …
Sunday Picture Press: Ground Fall – Part 2
Three Hours Before Tom raced after the football when it shot over his head through the tree trunk goal posts. He muttered under his breath as his friends called after him. They called him Tom Thumb because of his size, and maybe if he wasn’t so small he might be able to save more goals. …
Sunday Picture Press: Ground Fall – Part 1
Shattered Tranquillity It all happened so fast and without warning. Lee was sat on the grass at the edge of the park, a can of cream soda in one hand and a sweet chilli noodle salad in the other. Families enjoyed their picnics, children played football and teenagers lazed on the grass, their tinny music …
Dave Farmer 