Tag: Writing
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W IS FOR WHALE
The night streets were deserted. The residents of Bergen knew better than to go outside when a major storm was blowing in from the Norwegian Sea. Bakke managed to keep the car in sight. Dag Moen’s driving was reckless, hurtling through the streets as the driving rain reduced visibility to almost zero. ‘He’s heading to…
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THE GRAVEYARD AT THE END OF MY STREET
There’s a graveyard at the end of my street. I’ve walked round it since I could walk. I’ve read the tombstones since I could read. Over the years I have written the life stories of the people buried there. There’s one grave that memorialises three generations of one family. The father, son and grandson. They all…
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V IS FOR VEST
‘Why don’t you put the gun down, Detective?’ Dag Moen said. ‘You can see I am not armed.’ He held his hands out, palms up to show he held nothing. Sand looked round the room. There were plenty of sharp, dangerous tools surrounding them, but Moen appeared to be unarmed. He slowly bent down and…
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U IS FOR UMBRELLA
Sand walked through the hotel reception. The night porter saw him heading for the door. Sand was wearing the light windcheater jacket, the only one he had brought with him to Bergen. The night porter hurried after him with an umbrella. ‘Please, Sir,’ he offered it to Sand just as Sand pulled open the glass…
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T IS FOR TIE
Sand hung up the ‘phone. The rain battered off the hotel room window. Pedersen had given him permission to stay on for a couple more days in Bergen. Nothing had happened in Oslo. Dag Moen had still gone to ground somewhere. Either he was gone for good or he was biding his time. There was…
Iain Kelly 