Mob Books Novels & Stories

Dominic said in a strained voice. Neither of us was expecting her. Mrs. Moore looked as regal and out of touch as when I first met her at Thanksgiving. She wore a heavy fur coat that hid her petite body and oversized bubble-like sunglasses that spread over her face. She also had a nice tan, which was un-typical if you lived here during winter since clouds always covered the sun. Mrs. Moore must have returned from a much sunnier and warmer place. Dominic’s mother stayed under the doorframe as she studied the room they brought her in, and I saw her pull away her black leather gloves with deep sighs of disapproval.

Inside the room was also the desk Marcus never used because he did everything on his phone. There was just one door in which was the panel door we had come through and one window at ground level, street side, the kind with the wire mesh glass that let in grey shapes of light but no detail. I stood in the middle of it and felt the imprint do something it had never done before. Something pointing, like a compass needle swinging hard, like the body hearing a sound before the ear does. A cold pressure at the base of my skull that didn't come from anything I could see.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t