Tag: femme fatale
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AFTER THE STORM
He put the flask of scotch and two tumblers on the makeshift table and sat in a plastic chair. Puddles of water swirled round his feet, bits of flotsam were strewn everywhere, broken trees lined the beachfront. It was a matter of waiting. Waiting to see who turned up. Waiting to see if it was […]
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THE ASCENT OF A MAN
The room spun around him as he lurched to the bottom of the staircase. He swore it had been straight the last time he had been here, now it spiraled upwards, a seemingly insurmountable obstacle. With one hand he gripped the banister, the other held his side, failing to stem the flow of oozing blood. […]
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BLACK WIDOW
A shimmering spider’s web. Bright lights that hurt his eyes. A blacked out window. He had resisted her obvious flirtatious advance. He hadn’t recognised her at first wearing an elegant dress with her hair and make-up changed – the dowdy middle-aged woman from the gallery office. He had accepted the drink she offered. She flirted, […]
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SNAKE EYES
Hank pulled at the collar that was irritating his neck. He felt the clammy sweat on his skin. What had happened to the air conditioning in here? The Stickman offered him the bowl with five dice in it. Hank reached out and selected two. He held them tightly in his moist fist. His turn as […]
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RETURN TO THE PAST
The heat was relentless. Even under his straw hat, Phillips could feel his scalp burning. The locals stayed indoors during the middle of the day, when the sun was at it’s peak. That was why he chose to take his daily stroll at this time. His cane slipped on the uneven cobbles as he wandered […]