The obituaries came thick and fast this night. It was winter after all, when most people seemed to die; or so it appeared to Don Bentley. He had 40 years experience in either writing or editing obituaries and he would always say you could virtually use the “births, deaths and marriages” notices in a newspaper as a calendar. Deaths in winter; marriage in spring and births in summer and early autumn. Obituaries generally were written to a certain style, a style all reporters … [Read more...] about Reporter comes to grief
Archives for April 2012
All the world’s a stage
DON Bentley waited for the last report that would complete the jigsaw of words and pictures that was the latest edition of the Chronicle. The final piece of the night’s work was the theatre review. It was midnight, the post office clock was chiming, but there was still plenty of time for the theatre critic to file his copy. The critic always took his time and Bentley was confident the review would be concise and accurate as always. All names would be spelled correctly, of … [Read more...] about All the world’s a stage
Going down slow
Tired of ping-pong, Don Bentley left the table tennis players at the Chronicle to their game one night and wandered across the road in his break to Mahoney’s pub and sat at the bar. The juke-box, which usually filled the pub with music, was quiet this night and when Don Bentley looked about him he saw that he was the only patron in the bar. The barmaid was new, she didn’t know Bentley, and so there was no one to make conversation with. A pub without conversation, a pub … [Read more...] about Going down slow
The spirit in the press room
A SHADOW drifted across the far end of the long, dark passageway and Don Bentley stopped, surprised that someone else should have been down there in the printing works at this hour. Bentley strained his eyes to identify the shape in the near darkness, at the far end of the passageway where the light from a single light bulb at its entrance barely penetrated. The shadow moved out of sight and Bentley called out, softly at first as if not wanting to disturb the silence down … [Read more...] about The spirit in the press room
A forger’s tale
The bank note fluttered against the side of the kerb, the breeze tossing it over so it showed the magic figure of “100’’ . The journalists from the night shift of the Chronicle were on their way to their evening break, and Colin Clerk was the first to see the hundred-dollar bill. It was a summer’s night and the crisp new bill stood out in the twilight. Colin looked quickly about him to see if someone might have dropped it, then leapt off the pavement and scooped it up in … [Read more...] about A forger’s tale