Sleeping Dogs
As a rule, motorists turn a blind eye on pedestrians when the sun drills holes in skulls or rain blisters skins. But it was a balmy evening, nothing was amiss until a car came soundlessly to a standstill and a woman’s voice said, “Can I give you a lift?” And of all the weirdest things before any response could be made, to be yanked inside a car without the slightest warning. The doors were locked, the windows were up and except for the driver the only other occupant was a silent young woman. Tina craned her neck to sneak a look but the tinted windows gave no clue to the direction in which they were headed. The ride ended in a narrow, lonely lane with houses choking the hum of traffic and the business of daily life. Tina was swiftly escorted in to a room where a middle aged man was seated on an armchair. He pointed towards a chair placed across from him and said, “Sit down.” There had been no underlying reason behind this strange chain of events. Tina sweated pr...