The Missing Body

“You must have heard it!” I whispered as I shook Sandra awake.   She yawned.   “Go back to sleep - you were dreaming.”   How I wish I had been...

    A sharp noise, like a door slamming, had jolted me awake.   In the other single bed in the chalet Sandra slept on, but I lay listening to the muffled noises from the chalet next door.

    “Shut up and let me sleep,” I muttered into the darkness.   “Some of us have to work tomorrow.”

    I turned over in the narrow bed and closed my eyes again.   Sandra and I had been determined to do something different this summer, and impulsively we’d applied for jobs in the gift shop of a self-catering holiday village in the South of France.

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