The Long Weekend Quotes

“Paul
He paces the hallway getting more and more impatient with every stride. Having decided to go into work late today, he didn’t expect his flatmate, Lee, to make him even later.
Paul has known Lee for five years. They first met whilst attending an interview for an IT support role. On the day of the interview the company decided to do a group interview with all the candidates for the positions that were available. Paul was paired with Lee and instantly disliked him as, only a few seconds after being introduced, Lee stole his pen. During the interview process, several technical questions were asked which Paul had answered correctly, but Lee’s answers were always incorrect with Paul having a feeling that Lee was making things up as he went along. The interview stages went well for Paul and, after being told that he had got the job, on his first day at the company, he was surprised to see Lee start work as well. Puzzled, Paul put it down to fact that Lee’s flirting with the HR lady that day had helped him get the job.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“Lindsey
There is the usual hive of activity in the Brannon household this morning. Mrs Brannon is busy making breakfast for her daughter, Lindsey, making it just as she likes it: two slices of toast with home-made raspberry jam, a hard-boiled egg, shell peeled and the egg cut into slices, a cup of fresh Earl Grey tea with one brown sugar and a touch of milk, with a glass of freshly-squeezed orange juice on the side – oranges bought from the greengrocer down the road. The same breakfast she has lovingly made for her daughter for over forty years.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“It’s a cold summer morning with the dawn chorus in full swing. The sun is beginning to rise above still-sleepy London town. People stir in their beds, hoping that it is not yet time to get up, wishing for a few more minutes of peace. They cling onto loved ones, feel their warmth and try to settle back to sleep whilst alarm clocks limber up, getting ready to play their tunes.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“The noise from outside is now almost unbearable; neighbours in the street are waking up in their beds. Paul stirs once more. He is now out of the REM sleep stage and is in the next stage of waking up. His conscious mind is aware of the external environment and he is now awake enough to work out what the noise is: it’s a car alarm; the same one that goes off every time a strong enough wind current passes it, triggering its ultra-sensitive setting. Paul curses the car alarm for waking him up out of his slumber. For all the noise they create, he wonders if there is any point to car alarms. Thieves intentionally trip them to mask the sound of breaking glass and can disable them in seconds, and alarms go off so often these days that most people ignore them when they hear them, assuming the owner has accidentally triggered the alarm and will switch it off any second; in reality the owner is normally the last one to realise it is, in fact, their car alarm that is going off annoying everyone, so what is really the point of them?”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“Five people and a bank holiday weekend. What could possibly go wrong?

Marc, he has the perfect life so why does he want to go and ruin it?

Paul, the guy who has blackouts if he drinks too much.

Chloe, the bulimic loner who just wants to be at peace.

Lindsey, the forty-four-year-old who still lives at home with her controlling mum.

And Rich, all he thinks about is money and notches on the bed post.

Five people working for the same company, but not really knowing each other. They all start the long weekend, but how many will finish it and arrive back at work on the right side of the law and still alive?”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“A lone figure lies motionless in his bed as the street below him is still and silent, until a sudden sound shatters the relative calm. The noise comes from out of nowhere, is high-pitched and repetitive and is starting to get louder and louder; what could it be? A light breeze stirs the cold air as it makes its way down the long passages of the street, sweeps down and picks up the yet unknown noise and lifts it high in the air, spreading the sound all around before taking it up into a darkened room above: Paul’s room. The room is a simple one with a double bed and bedside table, a built-in wardrobe, a chest of drawers and a few shelves scattered with books being the only other furniture: it is a single man’s room.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend

“Paul brings the bag closer to him to take a better look, it feels heavy. He peers further into the bag to try and work out what the object inside is…It looks like… it looks like hair. Shocked, but needing to continue, he takes a closer look, his mind slow to work out what it is. It’s round… like a ball… but what could it be? He takes another look, his eyes now focusing hard on the object and this time it is plain to see what it is. It’s a… it’s a HEAD. The images all come together now like a jigsaw puzzle. It is Lee’s head. No longer attached to its fine muscular body, hair matted with blood, eyes and mouth open in a gruesome death rictus.”
― Ross Lennon, The Long Weekend