Category: John Christopher

The lady of the house

The street was not unlike those in the Gostyn Estate, but older; built not long after the war and, he noticed, shoddily. There were cracks in several houses, including the one at whose door he...

Court of law

The presiding magistrate was Coates-Bender, a member of Rod’s Club. When the defending counsel began a long discourse on the contrition of the accused, he cut him short. ‘I don’t want to limit your freedom...

It’s a terrible world!

Martin’s robe was not ready when he came in from school. There had been a minor disaster with the weekly wash – the wind had blown the line down – and although it hadn’t really...

Disturbance of the peace

He half-carried, half-pushed her to the police van. She was dazed, and saw things in unconnected tableaux. The television news van of which he had spoken, with a figure slowly panning a camera. Pigeons settling...

Get the bastards!

The atmosphere stayed good-humoured until they got to the Civic Centre. By that time they numbered several thousand. The leaders, with the microphone and amplifiers, took up their position at the top of the steps,...

Tinsel on earth

They drank their coffees, and ordered more. A girl came with pastries on a trolley, and he asked her if she would have something. ‘No, thank you.’ He shook his head to the girl, and...

Stone angels, with wings

‘I remember in Mespot,’ he said, ‘a place where they was digging up buried cities, from thousands of years before Christ. And there was angels, stone angels, with wings. Thousands of years before Christ, I...