Minute Cryptic

The day before we kill Meredith Graffam is calm and blue.

I’m going to have to kill her.

Blood drips into my right eye. Once. Twice. It’s blinding and searing at the same time.

Ask any problem child how they feel about being dumped at their eighth school in five years and you’ll get about the same answer.

Hello, dear reader!

He has the impertinence to laugh, as if they’re old friends, not murderer and victim.

It happened to people, this longing, emerging from an unknown void, grabbing the soul with a firm hand, the urge to simply let go and sink to the depths of the ocean.

The morning bell rang out across the sprawling grounds of St Luke’s College, stirring the prestigious Sydney boys’ school into its usual frenetic motion.

Nora couldn’t quite believe the moment had finally arrived.

The man glared at Lieutenant Jacob Banks with undisguised hostility, white-knuckled as he sat clutching the sides of a worn, iron- wood chest.

‘That’s not Spirited Away.’

The key to a good story is how you tell it.