The Crack
It had to be in the closet, but it was so packed with junk it’d take a week to just get to the bottom of it. ‘Great,’ he said out loud, ‘I’m never going to find it in time.’ After removing armfuls of junk, he finally found his squash racket, but in the darkness and cold, a sliver of light from the adjoining room shone through. He thought about it for a second, what was on the other side of the wall? Eureka! He realised with a smile creeping along his face, it was the women’s shower room. He...