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    Ebook64 pages42 minutes

    Gone

    By Adam Croft

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    A gripping short novella with a killer twist.

    Stephen Lightfoot is a man of small means. He works at a supermarket, doesn't drive and has no close friends. The one thing that keeps him going is his girlfriend, Anya. So when Anya disappears in mysterious circumstances, Stephen's life is turned upside down.

    He knows she hasn't just walked out on him. Something doesn't quite add up. But there's no way Stephen could ever prepare himself for the truth...

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCirclehouse
    Release dateSep 26, 2016
    ISBN9781386034827

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      Gone - Adam Croft

      1

      The walk home always seems longer in the pissing rain. There always seems to be more cars pulling out of Sharpstone Road, making me wait ten times longer than if it were bright and sunny. When I wouldn’t mind waiting. The damp spells tend to seem to last longer.

      I can see the drivers looking at me, can tell what they’re thinking. Watching me. Look at that idiot walking home in the rain. Judging me. Probably can’t even afford a car. There’s a man in a four-year-old BMW with a big grin on his face. I know it’s because of me. I’d like to kill the bastard.

      I don’t like how it gets dark so early at this time of year, either. Go to work in the dark, come home in the dark. I don’t consider it a whole lot

      of

      fun

      .

      The cars that come to a halt at the end of Sharpstone Road form an orderly but moving queue, the mini-roundabout providing a steady stream of traffic until one kindly driver will find it within his affection to stop and let me cross. For now, I’ll have to make do with the harsh red glow of the brake lights bouncing off the puddles, giving me a pre-Christmas light show. Well, the shops start in October, so why

      can’t

      I

      ?

      My hangover’s still raging and I don’t feel it abating any time soon. It’s been almost twenty-four hours since we all met up at Bar Colombo for Jen’s leaving do, but it feels like it’s been an eighth of that. How I got through the day, I don't know. Maybe it’s just a case of routine, of having done the same old shit, day in, day out for the past six years. After a while you don’t even notice one day becoming

      the

      next

      .

      Jen has been a good friend to me over the years. Not many people have, so it’s easy for me to consider her a close friend. Well, I say close friend. I don’t really do friends.

      Some of my colleagues say hello, some don’t even bother to do that. I guess that’s one of the characteristics of working for the country’s biggest supermarket chain. Shelf-stacking isn’t exactly a job for life. I’ll be honest, though: it does me alright. I’ve never really fancied doing

      much

      more

      .

      I say that, but of course I have. We’ve all dreamed of being rock stars, taxidermists or captaining England to win the World Cup, but at the same time we all know that just isn’t attainable. So we have to set our own, realistic goals based on our own lives and our own expectations. And I’ll admit it: my expectations and ambitions have always been comparatively low. Until I met Anya,

      that

      is

      .

      My whole life changed that day. I’d expected everything to be the same as it always is: turning up, clocking in, heading out to the groceries section. It’s a joke, that word. Groceries. What does a supermarket stock if not groceries? It’s the name they give to everything that doesn’t fit into wines and spirits, baked goods, clothing, domestic products, floristry or fruit and veg. Basically, I stuff shelves with crisps, cereals and any other

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