Mystery
The Stranger Who Appeared in Every Dream
The First Dream The dreams began on an ordinary night. Nathan had fallen asleep after another exhausting day at work, expecting nothing more than the usual collection of random images that faded by morning. Instead, he found himself standing in the middle of a deserted train station beneath a dark sky. The platform stretched endlessly in both directions, illuminated by flickering lamps that cast long shadows across the ground. Everything was silent except for the distant sound of a train that never seemed to arrive. Then he noticed someone standing at the far end of the platform. A man dressed in a black coat watched him without speaking. Before Nathan could approach him, the dream ended.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
Long dark night
If I’d been a character in a detective story, they’d call this the long dark night of the soul. Drawing deep from the amber leaf, I knew why. I took in another lungful, tasting like a motorman's glove. I laughed at myself, thinking up a Chandler-Marlowe quote at a time like this.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Chain of evidence
By the time I got back to the house, there was a patrol car waiting. A uniform stepped out of the passenger side and, confirming my ID, asked for my car keys. I prised them apart from my extensive collection and handed them over. As the patrolman drove off in my car, his buddy following him, a third car screeched to a halt outside.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
Work to do
Trapped by her steely stare, which seemed to last an age, I felt the need to run and hide. Instead, I reached for the soft pack and tapped out an untipped. Pressing the fibrous roll between my lips I realised, too late, how stagey this must have looked.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
