The breeze rustles through my receded hair, tipping the black hat askew.
My search was all in vain.
I had found a lead.
With the tugboat anchored firmly to the dockside, he barged in the house.
I was not privy to these events. Had I been, I fear these writings would never leave my desk to reach you.
Chill winter morning. The train station was almost deserted but one could feel the liveliness floating in the air. It was early, just after sunrise, and there weren't many people around. Maybe this was the reason for the vitality of the morning – all life seems to have awoken from the night's sleep and was … Continue reading Sparrows
- You said eight in the evening. Why are we here at nine in the morning? - There has been a change of plan – he replied as he was lighting the smoke, - I won't be available tonight. - I know. I'm going at the same party as you. He eyed her thoughtfully. It … Continue reading Parting
- No, I told you I cannot right now…Listen, - he sighed, - listen, for Christ's sake! He tried not to yell, but his focus was on keeping his hands warm. It was pretty cold outside and he had to take his gloves off to answer the phone. – I told you, not today, I'm … Continue reading The Gallows
Mist. No, not mist. Fog. Dense fog. It was all over town. It was all he saw through the window of the bar so long as his eyes where not engulfed by the smoke inside the bar. A damp, dark place, full during this time of day, this time of year. He was sitting on … Continue reading Fear