“That was easier than I thought,” said Babs. “Too easy,” said Sheila. “He won’t be a happy chappie,” said Constance. “I don’t think he really does happy,” said Gwen. The Graveyard Tap sat, unsurprisingly, on the border of a graveyard. From there the main road in town led up to Read more…
“Expecting someone?” Sally handed out plates of food from the trolley. “Chicken drumsticks?” “That’s for me, dear,” said Babs. “We’re not expecting anyone, no.” “Meat pie?” “Me please,” said Constance. “Here you are. That gentleman by the bar’s been watching you all. Don’t you think he looks dapper? Or maybe Read more…
“Here they come. Seven pm on the dot.” Harold, landlord of the Graveyard Tap public house, nodded to the four elderly women as they sauntered in. “They’re not regulars.” Sally finished pulling a pint of ale. “They’re here every Halloween,” he said. “We always reserve the table by the fire Read more…