The Mysterious Corridor

Goldfish Michel knew what was down at the end of his garden, a grave for his goldfish, Rocky, which had probably already been dug up and eaten by the neighbour’s cat - Michel had never checked for fear that it was true - a fence and beyond that a driveway. He had sometimes jumped the fence and skateboarded up and down the driveway as it was quiet and the tarmac was really smooth. There you have it, at the end of Michel’s garden in this particularly quiet and residential part of Fulham, London was a goldfish grave, a fence and a driveway. There was nothing else. Nothing. Michel knew it.