Don't Go Too Far: Short Stories

By John Boon

A great book full of beautifully written short stories written by John Boon. This book was written over the course of a year and even though each story has different themes, plots and a different genre of writing, each story ties together perfectly. The book contains five of the best written over the year. The book is full of both drama and comedy creating a great read.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Aug 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716656170

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‘A Short Book for Some Short Stories’

Introduction

A Short book full of some beautiful short stories, written by Jake Harris. The book contains the five best short stories written in the past year. Each story has a different theme and genre, yet they tie into each other perfectly. This book is an entrancing read and each story is encapsulating and full of both exiting drama and comedy producing a great read.

The stories where written over the course of a year and perfectly tied together into this short book.

Contents

Short Story 1

THE NEW JOB

I had sat there for as long as I could, my patience was wearing thin. However much I wanted this job was not an excuse for the three hours, and counting delay for my interview. I had got here at 10 (much earlier than I usually get up). I had dragged myself out of bed, showered quickly and shoved on the flattest looking suit from my wardrobe. It took me 20 minutes on the tube and once I got over ground there was another 16 minutes’ walk, according to google maps, however in the real-world people don’t walk as quick as cars move so It took me 34 minutes. This includes a slight diverge to Costa to buy a black Coffee and a small croissant to keep me going. Though if I knew the wait was going to be this long, I would have bought a giant banquet.

Once I had taken step into the building, I walked over to reception and gave my name. Gavin Caw. I hate my name. She directed me to the third floor - ‘Construction Law’. I don’t know why I ever thought this would be something I wanted to do, ‘its good work for good money’ my dad kept telling me. He was in planning Law and always wanted me to work in Law. It took me 7 extra years of education for this nonsense and I couldn’t even find a job. This was my fourth interview since I left my last job.

No lift.

I hauled myself up the never-ending staircase until I finally, out of breath, reach the third floor – ‘Construction Law’. I swung open the door and dragged my aching body up to the second reception desk. You know the office is full of stuck up snobs when the building needs separate reception desk on each floor.

‘good morning sir, can I have your name please’. Ugh, why do receptionist always have to have that same smug smile and nauseatingly calm voice.

‘Gavin Caw’ I reluctantly said.

After a short but still unpleasant conversation over the receptionist’s uncle, Tom Caw, who apparently might be my uncle for no apparent reason exempt the common surname, I sat down. Leather seats. I wonder how many animals had to die to make this sofa.

Three hours I sat there. I got bored enough to count three things. Number one, the amount of calls the lady at the desk took, 23. Number two, the amount of people passing, 17. And finally, number three. The amount of times the desk lady opened up her phone and took a selfie or two. Bloody youths. I mean I am technically a ‘youth’ in that sense, but I don’t think of myself like that. Many people have picked upon the fact that I act and seem like a fifty-year-old man in every sense. The way I dress, the way I talk, what I drink.

My left foot was tapping along the floor and I started to hum but immediately stopped due to the short moment the receptionist