Mr Filchard’s Bottom Line
From Blushes 55 with Wendy Collings Arlene looked idly at the shelves, the books. Mr Filchard had an awful lot of books. Or more accurately a lot of awful books she thought, picking out a title here and there and frowning as she did so. Nothing remotely readable, not what you’d enjoy reading. All dry as withered old bones. The books you’d expect a tutor to have in fact; probably Mr Filchard himself was like a withered old bone himself. Why did she have to be here? To have some of these awful old books drilled into her was the answer. English, French, Eng. Lit. Oh Christ. What she needed instead of that was to see Mark. Her boyfriend. See him and get some action. But her mother said… Arlene turned, frowning still, sauntering over to the large window. Outside there was Mr Filchard’s garden bright in the afternoon sunshine. ----//---- Arnold Filchard observing her through a little spyhole made for this purpose at con...