Corpus

by Rory Clements

cross. Nancy Hereward turned her head and caught his eye. She stared at him hard and he looked away. She felt like laughing, but her mouth was dry and she had a terrible thirst. Surely, if he was following her, he wouldn’t have

thousands of tourists, here for the Olympics and all the fun surrounding the games. No one is following you. She said the words under her breath. She gripped her hands into fists, then released, then gripped again. She took deep breaths to calm herself and increased her pace, trying to make herself look businesslike, less foreign. Less interesting.

would be getting worried. Nancy had told her she would only be gone twenty minutes; she should wait for her at the Victoria with a coffee and cake and her book. ‘I just want a little time on my own,’ she had said. Lydia had shrugged, clearly