Jess Bennett
Bio
poems, short stories, long stories.... just a lot of words really
Stories (4/0)
The Freak Accident
I had just left the office to pick up Simon's lunch order from the café in the town canter. He has a standing order there of a ham and cheese toastie, a croissant with jam and cream, black coffee with room for milk, 4 shortbread biscuits and a bottle of water to wash it all down with, for me to collect by 13:15, 6 days a week. The café was happy to have the business I'm sure, as it's always empty when I walk in to pick up the basket they insist on putting his order in, but I have never questioned why; and Simon always gives me a £50 note to tip them with whenever I go. He's rich enough too.
By Jess Bennett3 years ago in Criminal
Snowmen
I live in a small town, one that until last year had an operating power station from the mining days. It's a part of our history but with the smoke and the heat, it eliminated a lot of chances for snow unless it was around minus 10. The kind of temperature where it was too cold to enjoy it. However, the first time that the coal plant was closed on boxing day none less, we had our first real snow. The first snow deeper than an inch, nearest Christmas and one I could share with someone who enjoys it. My dad was getting older, my mom doesn't like the cold, and my brother thinks that snow is for little kids and enjoys his online friends more than his family it seems. But my boyfriend of nearly a year was sleeping next to me when I shook him and opened the blinds to a blinding white glow. He was not impressed, to say the least.
By Jess Bennett3 years ago in Humans
