The Playground

Chapter 103

ONE HUNDRED AND THREE

Imogen placed the last of the chopped vegetables into the fridge then took off her apron and left the kitchen. She got her coat and pulled it on as she crossed the restaurant. Grabbing her keys, she switched off the lights.

Then screamed.

At the window was a large lumbering monster covered in straw. Staring right at her.

She laughed with relief; it was only Dylan.

But why was he here? On his own? She looked out at him, bemused, and lifted her hand in a tentative wave.

He didn’t respond. Imogen didn’t understand. She went to the door and let herself out but as she came onto the pavement, Dylan had gone.