The Grange by John Witherden

The Grange by John Witherden

“DON’T SHOOT!” Quentin screamed and put his hands up in the air. The moon chose that moment to peek out from behind the clouds and a shaft of light illuminated the face of his captor, a beautiful young lady with long dark hair and a mocking smile on her face.

“I’ve never seen a deer poacher in a suit……How bizarre!” She remarked laughingly but the gun was still pointed resolutely at his chest.

“I’m not a deer poacher ….I’m an estate agent.”
“They’re even worse. I normally shoot them on sight.”

This story came about when I stayed with a friend in her large empty house in County Durham that made me appreciate thee pleasure of modern heating and plumbing - This story is dedicated to Rosie who sadly has since passed away.

The books are A5 in size (210x148mm) with the text printed in large 16pt for mature sight. If required they can be produced in a large type size to special order.