By Tom Litchfield
Chapter one
The street was deserted. It was about midnight and almost all the residence was asleep. Almost all the residence. At number 13- the house of Mr. & Mrs. Mulberry There were strange things happening. Mr. Mulberry, or Sam, as his family and friends call him, was a short stubby man. He was in is late 30s but still very energetic. Every day he took the Bakerloo line to Charing Cross Station and then changed to the Victoria line to his office in London. He worked in a large business called T.L.B.C (The London banking company) and was their star client. Well, with the manager anyway. His wife however was totally different. She was tall and skinny and not very energetic. In fact, the only time she left her house was to take her kids to school.
Tonight Mrs. Mulberry was out in the town with her friend Julie. This meant that Mr. Mulberry was all on his own in the house for the first time in the 9 years of their marriage, and it wasn't a night to remember. Earlier that day he had been involved in a fight with one of his workmates, and it was a workmate he wasn't very fond of as well. He was mad- literally. There had been rumors going round the place that he was on drugs and every one should stay clear of him. Sam didn't listen to that and stupidly tried to find out the truth. He did, and it wasn't very pleasant, but when he found out the truth, Dave (the other guy) did to. This resulted in death threats and punches from Dave every day. Today had been especially worse. Sam had gone down to lunch at the Hollywood diner- his usual lunch place- when he noticed he was being followed. He was right - there was Dave sneaking up from behind the building near him- watching. Sam stared back- thinking that it would be the right thing to do -wrong. Dave looked back for about a minute, a minute of tension and anger. Then he walked towards him and grabbed him on the shirt- taking him down the alley behind the corner shop. He had held him up against the wall and spoken to him-"your dead mate- tonight,
and you're not getting away. You've got yourself into a dirty business and you're not going to get out of it by running away. You've got me on your back now- I know what you're up to- just remember that yeh." Then he had thrown him onto the floor - causing a great pain in his back. The pain came back- tonight was the night- and he meant it.
Chapter Two
Chapter one
The street was deserted. It was about midnight and almost all the residence was asleep. Almost all the residence. At number 13- the house of Mr. & Mrs. Mulberry There were strange things happening. Mr. Mulberry, or Sam, as his family and friends call him, was a short stubby man. He was in is late 30s but still very energetic. Every day he took the Bakerloo line to Charing Cross Station and then changed to the Victoria line to his office in London. He worked in a large business called T.L.B.C (The London banking company) and was their star client. Well, with the manager anyway. His wife however was totally different. She was tall and skinny and not very energetic. In fact, the only time she left her house was to take her kids to school.
Tonight Mrs. Mulberry was out in the town with her friend Julie. This meant that Mr. Mulberry was all on his own in the house for the first time in the 9 years of their marriage, and it wasn't a night to remember. Earlier that day he had been involved in a fight with one of his workmates, and it was a workmate he wasn't very fond of as well. He was mad- literally. There had been rumors going round the place that he was on drugs and every one should stay clear of him. Sam didn't listen to that and stupidly tried to find out the truth. He did, and it wasn't very pleasant, but when he found out the truth, Dave (the other guy) did to. This resulted in death threats and punches from Dave every day. Today had been especially worse. Sam had gone down to lunch at the Hollywood diner- his usual lunch place- when he noticed he was being followed. He was right - there was Dave sneaking up from behind the building near him- watching. Sam stared back- thinking that it would be the right thing to do -wrong. Dave looked back for about a minute, a minute of tension and anger. Then he walked towards him and grabbed him on the shirt- taking him down the alley behind the corner shop. He had held him up against the wall and spoken to him-"your dead mate- tonight,
and you're not getting away. You've got yourself into a dirty business and you're not going to get out of it by running away. You've got me on your back now- I know what you're up to- just remember that yeh." Then he had thrown him onto the floor - causing a great pain in his back. The pain came back- tonight was the night- and he meant it.
Chapter Two