The Drifter

Part 4 of 6 by Joseph Ridgwell

As I stood on top of that sand dune with the wind blasting my face I racked my brains to remember any changes in Elly’s behaviour, but there had been none. Her behaviour remained constant. Just the same old Elly, good old Elly, the women who had helped me out of a very dark hole, for no other reason other than that she was lonely, and loneliness isn’t a crime. Then I racked my brains again for any other clues or signs, no matter how small, but there had been nothing, not a hint! I had been completely oblivious to events going on right under my nose. How insensitive!

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Joseph Ridgwell lives and writes in London. Look for Part 5 of The Drifter on Thursday, May 31st.