Stephen Saleh Prose

Five Percent

The wipers screeched on the windshield and Conrad slammed them off.     ‘I'll stay out a bit longer, I want to get another fifty quid before I stop.’     ‘What about your dinner? I'm about to put something on,' his wife Janine’s voice boomed out of the hands-free speaker. ‘I don’t want you wasting money.’ … Continue reading Five Percent