During 2018’s A-Z Challenge, we wrote the first draft of “The November Deadline” and to celebrate that this is now (finally) out with beta readers, we’ll be producing a daily piece of micro-fiction linked to it – some prequel, some containing a detail not included in the story, some snippets from sequels currently being written.
Isaac Baker shuffled his feet, uncomfortable with being the focus of attention. He was stood on a low stool, raising him off the ground just enough, but placing his head perilously close to the ceiling. Clothed, draped might be a better description, in blue serge, he counted himself lucky that he had not yet been stuck with the copious pins holding the pieces of the police uniform together. He glanced down at the sergeant’s stripes, at the medal ribbons above the left breast pocket, and stiffened his spine.
“Hold still!” Her Ladyship commanded. “We need to finish within the hour!”
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