Day three of my #30DayChallenge. I’m back from my first of three days for my TEFL course. It was great and am looking forward to the rest of the week. Met lots of lovely people and the teacher is wonderful.
Chapter 4 of One Ring, in which Jim plays with his new toys and we discover why an American and a Demon are in Nottingham, England.
Find Chapter 3 here.
It took two and a half hours for Chris to make what should have been, according to Jim’s calculations, a three and a half hour journey. Jim wondered how many speed cameras the man had triggered and was quietly deciding whether or not he should make the fines ‘disappear,’ when he heard footsteps outside the door and a key being roughly shoved into the lock.
Here is Chapter Three of One Ring. Find out what happens when Jim moves in with his teacher and just what her husband thinks of the whole situation.
Find Chapter 2 here.
Mrs. Spritz opened her door after only three knocks and hid herself from view as Jim walked in, leisurely taking in his surroundings. She lived in a modern apartment complex and hadn’t bothered to repaint the walls from the standard white that every estate agent used throughout the land. Her furniture was plain but looked comfortable and she’d laid out pillows and a single duvet on a side table next to what must be a sofa-bed. He smiled at the hope that lay behind that gesture. He hadn’t quite decided if his teacher would be joining him yet, but he would most certainly not be the one sleeping on the sofa tonight.
Chapter 2 of One Ring: In which Jim decides to have some long distance fun with his teacher.
Find Part One Here.
That night Jim went to bed early. He could hear his father stumbling around on the floor below and had no inclination towards testing his patience this evening. Tonight was reserved for bigger things. He opened up his laptop and lay back against the headboard of his bed, a satisfied grin stretching across his face.
He’d solidified his plan as he’d walked home. He’d thought about it long and hard and decided that he was going to see just what had been happening to Mrs. Spritz over the last few weeks for himself. He’d instructed her to install Skype onto her home computer and had received a text in reply asking him how old he thought she was? Apparently she already had Skype. She’d followed it up with one that read she charged £40.00 an hour for private tuition. He’d laughed at that.
