‘Christmas break. C18th Inn. Hampstead Heath. Highwayman tour.’
No computing for him, no cooking for her.
Sam woke suddenly, dehydrated. Snow-reflected moonlight filtered through the curtains. A glow from the bar beckoned.
The Landlord sat in a panelled booth. A tankard, chewing-tobacco and knife lay on the table before him.
“Help thissen.” In his guide costume and still in character.
Sam sat opposite with his J2O.
“Great performance today. Exaggerated for the punters? That Highwaymen, murder, gallows at the crossroads stuff?”
“Maybe so…” left hand unwinding the scarf revealing the rope-burn around his neck… “Maybe not…” knife in his right.
Author bio: David Lewis Pogson lives in North Lancashire, England. His writing has been published in a variety of media. He is fiction writer for ACES ‘The Terrier’ magazine. Winner of the Cumbria Local History Federation Prize for 'The Ulverston Bank Clock' later published as a book, the Freerange Theatre Company's Playframe Short Story and Microcosmsfic.com Flash Fiction competitions.
Highwayman is part of 101 Fiction issue 21.