Oxford Bags
by Daniel Guy. Clare drove out of the city centre, biting her lip with anxiety. At last she had an address, scribbled on an envelope lying on the passenger seat beside her, where her boyfriend Tom might be found. He was an undergraduate at Oxford University . They had been together for three years and she was still blissfully in love with him. She had thought he felt the same about her, but they’d had an argument a week before and not spoken since so she had driven up to Oxford to see him. He wasn’t answering his phone and his flat mates hadn’t seen him all day. One of them said that Tom might be staying with a mate out at a farmhouse in the country, so that was where she was heading. Clare found the place, pulled up on the driveway outside, and walked up the narrow gravel path to the front door. The isolated grey-stoned house appeared to be empty. Everywhere around it was overgrown and wild. She hammered the oak-paneled front door with the tip of her boot and then waited. S...