Author: Tom Edlin

“I, uhh, I have an appointment for 13:20” The woman looked up briefly from the screen, her eyes quickly taking in the dirty clothes and unkempt hair before giving a strained smile. “Of course, sir. What was the name, please?” The young man hesitated slightly before replying, “Uhh, Dricus Bartolo”. The woman didn’t look up…

In the dimly lit, confined space, there was barely room to move without their elbows rubbing together. Between the two of them, they took great care in tapping out the last remaining shards of yellow crystals from the bag. They worked quickly, aided by the well-worn credit card and faded student ID card, which they…