He was drunk. He had to admit it. Not slightly inebriated or a bit tipsy, but flat out drunk. There would be trouble when he got home. In his mind he rehearsed the route he would take from the front door to the bedroom - probably via the bathroom - and the movements he would … Continue reading THE PAINTED LADY
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BLINDSIDED
Dig the groove, the bass making the ground tremor. It robs me of my vital sense, obliterating the noises I need to guide me. I don't care, I'm along for the ride. The crowd surrounds, a swaying mass that cocoons me. I am lost in the music. Then. An offbeat rhythm disconcerts. A sudden surge … Continue reading BLINDSIDED
BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
In the dead of the night. That was how I expected to find her. Dead. As I approached the house, nothing changed my mind. It was still. Still like a house with no one alive in it. I pictured the scene I knew was waiting for me. Her, lying on the floor. Red blood pooling … Continue reading BE STILL MY BEATING HEART
THE WATCHER
The man sat by the frozen river. The ground was covered in frost, the sky was clear and the air crisp. Covered only by a thin sheet, the cold did not seem to penetrate his skin. He did not shiver or rub heat into his limbs, he only sat in perfect stillness and solitude. The … Continue reading THE WATCHER
THE GRAVEDIGGER
This was the tree alright, the dead one with no leaves. Streetlight nearby, no need for the torch I had brought. A night of hard labour ahead, best get to it. Sweat and dirt, clanging metal on rocky, hard ground. Takes longer than you think to dig a deep grave. At three in the morning … Continue reading THE GRAVEDIGGER