John Graham Jones - Writer -

Short Stories

Cream Buns and Ham Sandwiches

"What do you want to do then?" she asked.
"I'm not quite sure," the man said, smiling pleasantly.
At least he hoped it was pleasant. Not that he was feeling pleasant just sitting there on a chair by the side of the bed with the girl lying there waiting for him to do something.
He tapped his fingers on the arm of the chair.
"Are you nervous?" she asked.
"Not particularly."
"What's the problem then?"
"Usually there's no problem..."
She was looking rather peeved.
"You needn't blame yourself," he said. "It's nothing to do with you. You're a very attractive girl...."
"What's the matter then?"
"Well... the fact is... when I came here I knocked on the front door and Mrs Prescott showed me up here to you and everything seemed alright. Until I saw you."
"And?"
"And... you suddenly reminded me of my daughter."