My One True North

by Milly Johnson

the passage. Up eight steps, turn right,

tone couldn’t have been sweeter. ‘Yes my name is Florence Carter

the phone when Laurie approached and he waved her to come in before she had the chance to knock. He was just finishing off a call to Sir

bottoms, adjusted the cushions on the sofa, gave the carpet a once over with the Dyson,

the last that someone decides not

quizzes very seriously, don’t they?’

why I’m telling you.’ They both thumbed up the

easily, did she? Always played her cards

he didn’t even know she’d had any of that. There were

‘She died? Who was she?’

afraid it wouldn’t be, but there was

mode. The engines rumbled and