Rain lashed against the grimy window of the dingy motel room. The older man slammed his fist on the table. “There’s a kid. Skinny little thing, keeps following me. I know; I can feel it in my bones.” The tall one, scoffed. “Probably a stray cat, skittish in this weather. You know how it is … More The son of vengeance 10 #novelette by Thanos Kalamidas
10 I am wearing ribbons in my hair. Today is my birthday and there are presents hidden with paper I can’t wait to unwrap with trembling fingers. Children running around and screaming, kicking the legs of their chairs underneath the dining room table that is covered with the birthday spread. Death by cakes that is … More Into the Black by Abigail George
“My dad is very optimistic,” the boy with the darker hair said to the boy with the lighter hair sitting on the other side of the table with two chocolate drinks and cinnamon bans between them.“He said it’s a matter of time before he makes an arrest.”“Polisinspektör Mikael Hansson is a very clever man,” the … More The son of vengeance 09 #novelette by Thanos Kalamidas
Pink watermelon flush in each cheek. Why didn’t you love me mum? Are you aware of the storm you created, rain pouring down, my heart feels as if red lace is wrapped around a stone, a canvas, the painter’s sketchbook. There’s an odd fairy lightness in her body, my sister’s body. There is no connection … More The depth awaits by Abigail George
The boys left the old man in deep contemplation, a strange smile playing on his lips. The tall man, who had just entered the moment the two exited, noticed the expression and raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?” the boy with the lighter hair asked, his voice barely a whisper as they hurried towards the … More The son of vengeance 08 by Thanos Kalamidas
Ella’s ghost sits at the foot of my bed staring at me with her long, sad, mournful face. I wait to hear for her footsteps in the dark. She keeps me company in the early hours. When dawn comes with the light filtering through the thin curtains, I turn around to look for her, but … More Genius behind the Closed Door by Abigail George
Morning light burst through the lace curtains. George rose up slowly and looked to the empty bed and the small room. “I suppose that’s the way it happens in this city,” he said. It saddened him that there was not at least a morning adieu, the chance to change the schedule for the day or … More Searching For Henri by Richard Stanford – Part II
George suspected that the bar with its brightly lit windows bathing the dark stream of the outer boulevard in a sheet of flames would be a good place to start. He figured that any man who grew up among the idle rich of Geneva would find solace in a place like the Folies-Bergère regardless of … More Searching For Henri by Richard Stanford – Part I
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