Vincent sat close to the furnace, sweat dripping off his forehead. His legs ached with the strain of trying to sit still, trying to show that he wasn’t nervous. “Who’s it going to?” Freda, the glassblower asked. She sat at a bench in front of the furnace with an ethereal sort of presence that made…
Recommended By All Good Mortgage Lenders by Helen French Mr. and Mrs. Roberts stared up at the house they yearned to buy. It had taken fifteen long years to save up for a deposit, and even that wasn’t quite enough until an old aunt died and coughed up a further thirty grand in inheritance. The…
For the Next Curator By Helen French The robots were exactly as Eleanor had left them but for one difference. Robot Jora had a white envelope on its serving tray. Printed words on it read: For the next curator. Eleanor picked it up, wondering. She’d been in charge of the collection for two months…
