The Mistaken Identity Situation

Gregor Samson as Artist Extraordinaire
Imagine being mistaken for someone famous, inhabiting their appearance and yet knowing you are not them. What kind of day could you have and how satisfying would it feel, to experience the life of an international celebrity? Might it be rather exciting, just for one day? Gregor Samson is about to find out, in this, his second easy read, short story adventure.
Interrupted by an early morning telephone call, we find our confused protagonist advised to expect an imminent delivery and collection. What follows is a journey during which Gregor meets warm-hearted individuals, discovers the language of dance, acts as guide to royalty and finally, meets face-to-face with his nemesis.
After reading, you may well ask yourself this, “Given control of the life belonging to someone famous, what exactly might I do?”

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The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 4

A Nice Cup of Tea
An under-sized teaspoon stirs one white and blue-patterned bone china cup filled with tea, and then another. The quantity of milk administered is – by chance, exactly the correct amount to produce a balanced and refreshing drink. Having retired downstairs to the parlour, Gregor stands thoughtful by an occasional table, Rossepièrre sits in an upholstered Chippendale copy. Continue reading “The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 4”

The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 3

A Body
Gregor ascends the staircase. At the top, we watch as he struggles to open a stair-gate, his fingers ever more frantically twisting the sleeved locking mechanism one way, then the other. All efforts without joy. After giving it a good rattle and a few whispered expletives, he opts for the leg-over manoeuvre.
A man fitting the description for Rossepiérre is standing in a bedroom doorway. He holds a wooden-handled magnifying glass and is concentrating his stare at what looks like a small black mark on the door frame.
“Put on a pair of those blue PVC plastic overshoes,” he says without breaking away, “I’ll be with you in a minute.” Gregor sees a small box right in front of him. “Be careful when you first walk in them, they’re as slippy as hell.” Continue reading “The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 3”

Heaven and Hell, and In-Between

Available as an ebook on Amazon.
Heaven and Hell, and In-Between

Brinkinfield’s first foray into the world of Amazon, a short story of 5,357 words split into three sections and an epilogue. This work heralds the very first introduction of Gregor Samson, a character seen in development here and set to star in a series of future, gently humorous short stories.
Within this instalment we observe Gregor as an ordinary fellow, liking nothing better than eating his dinner in front of the television with a schedule of viewing mapped out in advance. On this particular evening, he had not expected death to come upon him. In fact, he’d mistaken it for a case of bad indigestion.
As we know, death is not the end, only the beginning of a new journey. And yet, would you have ever expected the next life to be complicated and bureaucratic – that there would be a place for clipboards, lists and databases? Surely there would be no use for such things?
Well, there might be, they’re dealing with a lot of numbers.
Within these words, we follow Gregor on his other-worldly travels and share in the experience of shame, embarrassment, the fantasies and challenges he is faced with along the way.
After reading, you may ask yourself, “How would I fare, come my own day of judgement?”

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The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 2

Arrival
Sat on the ninety-nine bus, Gregor is in deep ponder mode. There can’t be many detective constables who use public transport, he thought. Earlier, as well as no uniform neatly folded in the chest of drawers, there had been no police car sat on his driveway. He’d wondered if a car might be sent to collect him, but in the time it’d taken for him to go through his morning ablutions, there had been no abrupt rap against his front door, no yelling through the letterbox. So, instead, having donned his best ‘easy-care’ outfit, deciding against a tie and choosing tan coloured suede brogues, he’d ambled off to the bus stop around the corner from where he lives. Continue reading “The Case of the Oxford Wardrobe Murder – Chapterette 2”