Flash Fiction: The Routine Appointment

Bọ́lá’s routine appointment has been tactically booked for twelve noon. Working from home has been lonely, but at least she is safe.  Outside, the crisp cold London air is mixed with the pungent stench of cigarettes. It has been a while.  The scanty leaves lacing the pavement confirms the end of Autumn. Her favourite season.Continue reading “Flash Fiction: The Routine Appointment”