Mrs. Blake
Copyright 2021, Steven M. Moore
Chapter Three
Unfortunately Blake’s mobile woke him. The aroma of frying bacon filled the air, an aroma that could wake the dead, or at least the nearly dead like Blake. So much for the lie-in.
“Thought I’d catch you before you head off to work,” his mum said, her voice on the mobile muted and a bit raspy.
“Want to share a scramble and rashers?” Sally called out.
“Who’s that?” his mum said.
“Just a minute, mum. Be right there, luv.”
“Are you shagging th...
Published on March 19, 2021 03:30