TAILOR

"It's a stitch up," he complains,  "I never seen those goods in my life before, as God's my witness. Someone's 'aving a lawrf." But no-one laughs, least of all, the dour faced beak on the bench who deems his crime worthy of incarceration. The detective smiles. He was a tailor, before.  

CAPER

  No, I'm not skipping about, having a laugh, it's a berry that's neither soft, succulent or sweet. Quite the contrary, indeed, for it's sharp, even bitter with a crunchy texture and a salty flavour. Eat it fresh or soaked in brine, with fish, in a tartare sauce, it's a caper.

ANGLE

There was a time when the angle of your dander meant  almost as much as the stoke in your poke but never enough. Back then there were standards, he thought, ready to torch the twelfth bonfire. But standards have fallen, he thought. for Chrissakes, some of these boys are racists.

LOOP

  She knew she was controlling, wanting to know what was going on, anytime, anywhere.  Now the job was done, her lakeside getaway beckoned. She tidied her desk and ran, with careless abandon. But instead of the car park, she's back in her office. Damn, she thought, back in the loop.

RELIEVED

  He hit the ground, running. It was quite a jump from a fast moving train and landing at such pace could've been fatal but he was alive and free at the mouth of the mountain tunnel. He felt relieved. Prematurely, as it happened, he was hit by an oncoming train.