Emma rolled out of bed, picking up her phone in the process. Feet slapped on the wooden staircase as she nearly ran to the kettle, the lure of coffee too strong to warrant a long lay in.
Avocados are the stepping stone into the middle class, Jan thought as she diced the bright green flesh and served them on top of the bean burger.
The waves slapped against the stones in the dreary early morning light, the slow heavy crunch of footsteps and vicious caw of circling seagulls the only sounds that could be heard for miles.
The detective stopped and dug his hands deep into his trouser pockets with a sigh.
"Brains are horribly obscure organs. They are capable of imagining the worst scenarios, instigate fear and anxieties that are increased in moments of uncertainty..."
"WP: You’re driving to your favorite city when you’re stopped by a police officer. Sure, you were going a few miles over the speed limit, so you’re not overly surprised..."
The white light was almost blinding as she opened her eyes. How long had she been asleep? She couldn't remember how she'd ended up here, in fact, she couldn't remember where she should have been when she awoke, but it definitely should not have been in the middle of a field under the mid-afternoon sun. [...]