She Goes to Town: Maybury Shorts

By W M James

Tanya confesses to her sister about her affair with her hot student, Andy. Soon, she is having vivid flashbacks to the incredible day she spent with him.

'There was a noise outside their cubicle. A moment later, she realised it was the sound of someone else coming into the fitting rooms. She froze, almost not daring to breathe. She could tell Andy was listening, too. They just stood there, waiting to find out if they had been caught on some internal security system and were about to be confronted by the shop manager.'

Maybury Shorts are short stories about characters who appear in the Maybury Chronicles novellas. The shorts usually focus on individuals whose points of view we have not seen in the novellas.

• Language: English
• Publisher: W M James
• Release date: Mar 29, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311819185

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She Goes to Town

W M James

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Maybury shorts

She Goes to Town

'Jesus, Legs, it's not like you to be late.'

Annette was sitting at the table sipping a cocktail. Her cheeky pink lips curled up smugly as she set down her wide-rimmed glass. She wore her hair in a stylish up-do, oriental pins holding it in place: every single hair in place, of course, because that was Annette.

'I was starting to think you were going to stand me up,' she went on, without a pause. 'But that would mean missing a meal, and we both know that's never gonna happen, eh?'

Despite herself, Tanya felt her cheeks begin to darken. Nobody could do this to her quite like Annette. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, she pulled out her chair and sat. It was a relief to get the weight off her feet: her thighs were still a little shaky from earlier.

'Nice to see you, too, Netty,' she responded wryly.

She glanced around, taking in her surroundings. The restaurant was filling up steadily, but there were still a couple of free tables. Of course, Annette would have planned the dinner to the nth degree, even knowing exactly the best time to arrive: wait for atmosphere, but get in before the kitchen staff are run off their feet. Tanya felt a smile well up inside her: Annette was always a step ahead.

A handsome young waiter arrived with smiles and menus.

'Must be two, three years since I was last here,' Tanya mused.

Annette was watching her intently, her eyes narrowed. It was never a good sign.

'Legs,' she began, her tone speculative. 'What's going on?'

Tanya frowned and scoffed, exactly the wrong reaction: she knew it at once. Give Annette a reaction like that and she would dig, dig, dig until she got to the truth. She was, after all, a prodigy, a polymath, a self-taught student of human behaviour. Oh, and, if that wasn't enough, she was a gobshite lawyer as well.

'What's going on is I'm starting to remember why we don't have dinner more often,' she tried. She knew it wasn't enough of a deflection. Annette was