jonathan klopper
Stories (3/0)
Catfish
Cat Fish Mandarina Fish, sat on the balcony of her hotel room. She nursed a glass of Johnny Walker Blue as she watched the sunset on a calm ocean horizon. She was afraid of heights but always wanted to experience the best of things, so she was on the top floor of the greatest hotel in town. Her work took her all over the world and sometimes moving from one town to the next was a blur, but today was different. She was at peace. The world was still. She closed her eyes as a cool breeze struck her face with a gentle brush. She smiled slightly as she felt her flesh prickle with goose bumps. She sat on the balcony wearing nothing but a pair of panties and a thin clear silk robe awaiting company. The excitement and anticipation of it was extremely arousing. She found herself seductively gliding her fingers down her neckline and feeling her body tighten as her desire grew. She was not married and had no children. Her work had become her life. She had started at the age of twenty and it took all her focus but she had grown a multi-million business, in the end. She took another sip from her glass and resolved to herself that her life was better than it ever could have been if she had taken a different path. She did what most other people her age only dreamt of. She could have anything she wanted and in the end that is what she did...
By jonathan klopper2 years ago in Fiction
The Concert
The concert. By Jonathan Klopper The car screeched around the corner almost colliding with on coming traffic. It was a 1967 Alfa Romeo GTA in Rosso red. It was being chased by a black Mercedes Benz with three people hanging out the windows, holding revolvers! The Alfa bobbed and weaved around the traffic, trying to avoid being shot at, but the Merc stuck to him like glue. The Alfa took another dangerous turn , slightly swiping a car parked on the side with a scraping spark. The Merc could not make the turn quickly enough and drove into the parked car, sending one of the men flying out the window.
By jonathan klopper2 years ago in Fiction
The Timed run
The timed run. Dirk Rooy, parked his car and turned off the engine. His hands were shaky. He was nervous. He looked at himself in the rear-view mirror and straightened his clip-on tie. He checked that his spiked blonde hair was still neat and tidy before he grabbed his bag and got out of his car. He locked the door to his old mustered coloured Datsun and started the long walk up the stairs to the department of justice. The building was old. It was built in the early nineteenth century and held an ominous demeanour about it. Its two bell towers standing guard on either side of the four-pillar entrance. It was a place you wanted to avoid but today there were many people wanting to get inside. Reporter OB vans were strewn along the curbs, police vehicles stood watch blocking the way and people were lining up on the street to enter the courts. Dirk didn’t get into line, he walked straight past everyone to the main entrance. He showed the guards his identification card and they let him through.
By jonathan klopper2 years ago in Fiction