PC Karen Carpenter left the police station less than half an hour after she had arrived. She downed her usual instant coffee, black; just yesterday a younger colleague had brought a French press and grinder into the station for everyone to use, but this morning, instant seemed like the way to go. Exiting the ring road towards Ludminster, she listened to the local BBC radio station as she headed north out of town, past the formal gardens, past the ruined Roman fort, past the dairies recently acquired by a German conglomerate. As usual in the last hour of the morning show, the “guess the year” quiz was underway. The first two tracks played by the DJ were “Oops, I Did It Again” and “Sexbomb”. That meant the year was 2000, Karen surmised.
The womb
The womb
The womb
PC Karen Carpenter left the police station less than half an hour after she had arrived. She downed her usual instant coffee, black; just yesterday a younger colleague had brought a French press and grinder into the station for everyone to use, but this morning, instant seemed like the way to go. Exiting the ring road towards Ludminster, she listened to the local BBC radio station as she headed north out of town, past the formal gardens, past the ruined Roman fort, past the dairies recently acquired by a German conglomerate. As usual in the last hour of the morning show, the “guess the year” quiz was underway. The first two tracks played by the DJ were “Oops, I Did It Again” and “Sexbomb”. That meant the year was 2000, Karen surmised.