It's A Bountyful Life

The oppressive summer heat of the day still lingered in the air as Sophie drunkenly clambered out of the taxi and made her way home. She was flushed with endorphins after an enjoyable night out with Jake and Maria. Following her best friend’s exit, Sophie and Jake had shared an awkward yet passionate kiss just…

Maria was being constricted and crushed. She desperately hoped that tonight would have been the window to confess all. A few drinks with no interruptions or distractions would have been perfect. She’d read somewhere that friendship was a form of love. Well for her, friendship had turned into love. Or it could have been and…

The atmosphere of the Green Dragon was a warm and welcome one. There was a buzz of excitement and curiosity about the place as news surrounding the discovery quickly spread around the town. Helen got the impression that not much happened in the area apart from the regular weddings, funerals and the occasional beer festival.…

The waves of air conditioning were a cool respite to the stifling Saturday heat outside of the car. Sophie and her best friend Maria were in relaxed and joyous spirits as the vehicle twisted and turned around emerald country lanes to their intended destination away from the town. Pop music suddenly filled the air waves,…

The bus ground to a slow halt with the dull screeching of worn brakes. Jake staggered off and nearly stumbled as he stepped on to the pavement. He was tired from the stuffiness of classrooms and petrol fumes irritated his eyes as the bus pulled away. Taking tentative steps, he finally breathed in some clear…

The oppressive heat of the classroom affected the concentration of teachers and students alike. Struggling to focus, Sophie endeavoured to engage with Mr Richmond’s dulcet tones concerning climate change in the Bangladeshi delta and its effects upon the local people. She enjoyed Sixth Form College but her interest and concentration had waned over the past…

The late afternoon humidity made work on the shallow trench more arduous. Every inch of Helen’s upper body was veiled in a thin film of perspiration. The ground had dried quickly in the May heatwave. The dry earth meant that it came away easily from the buried remains. A few more brush strokes later and…