‘How much for this?’ Sadie asked, handling the purple, green and yellow coloured-glass bead necklace. ‘That, my dear, it’s nothing but a cheap glass trinket of no real value. If you’re looking for jewellery, we have some beautiful jet necklaces or pearls.’ The woman moved across the junk shop with a grace and speed that
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She heard the music, Danse Macabre, and then she knew, she wasn’t alone… Sadie Gray entered the competition by accident really; she was having coffee alone after a long morning shopping for a new, but cheap, sofa when she heard someone at the next table reading an article from the local paper. When they’d left,
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What Lurks Below What appeared to be room enough for twenty more researchers quickly became a suffocating entombment to Professor Neudahl when their hired guide closed the steel door of the hundred year old elevator shaft and the only light of day disappeared as they descended. She turned and gripped the only loose material she
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Louis’ scent preceded his arrival, wafting around me, pulling me close into a seductive, perfumed embrace. Deeply inhaling, I allowed the pleasure of his presence to fill me. “Bonjour, Louis.” His voice caressed my ear the way his scent engulfed my senses. “Ma petite, you knew it was me?” Turning from the window, I graced him
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Blaze’s softer side this week The wind bears down cross wide expanse. On river’s surface ripples dance. So many years have come and gone. Yet still they show when breeze is on. For many years inside they toiled, Their bodies torn and oh so soiled. The owners of the mines were cruel, As workers with
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My mother and father were always out a lot, or at least it seemed that way because I was alone most of the time at night. The most terrible thing about being all alone at night was the mirror that stood like an enormous centurion above the fireplace in my parent’s sitting room. I never
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For Alice to stop at a yard sale was a rare event, but there was something that appealed to her about the old house down the street with the estate sale sign in the front yard. She got out of her car and milled with the scant customers there, coming upon the most remarkable phonograph
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The night enclosed Dash G. Chandler like the grip of an overzealous broad and pulled on him, making him inhale deeper on the gasper he’d just lit, but didn’t really want. His eyes never left the red light that held his car at bay for what seemed like forever. The wipers scraped across the windscreen,
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