Just around the corner

What was it with those in Ebrington Road, Colin wondered. His street was just so normal. Boring. Conventional.

He looked gloomily out of the discolourd net curtains. A grey cat climbed silently over the gate, intent on its own mission.

Nothing ever happened in Parkin Street. Even the local yoofs didn't bother visiting - though you'd think they might, considering how busy Ebrington Road kept the police.

If only they knew what really went on in his nondescript semi. He turned with a sigh and recommenced his work.

He'd never realised how long it would take to count his first million.