Small Beginnings

Look at her, so peaceful in her sleep, so blissfully unaware of her impending doom, Albert thought, she is a rather beautiful woman, isn’t she? Take in that flawless skin, those powder blue eyes, that long, slender, straight nose and those perfect teeth. Bask in her dazzling smile, and the inert dignity. Her beauty, if anything, is enhanced in repose.

Dark is the Night

Shuddering involuntarily, she opened a crack in the window and looked around the settlement. As she expected, not a soul was out in this wretched weather. As the sun began sinking into the horizon that evening, the elders in the village saw telltale signs of the coming storm. Everyone had taken shelter; all the hatches were battened down, all windows were boarded up and all doors, bolted shut.

The End

Homicide Detectives William Craig and Mitchell Tovey got into their unmarked squad cars, and fired the engine up. I barely had time to squeeze into the backseat before they drove off in a squeal of tyres. "That was close," I said, grinning. They didn't reply. Craig kept his eyes on the road in a grim manner while Tovey looked out of the car, frowning at nothing in particular.

A Cold Comfort

And there was the silence, washing over his ears with a nectarine sweetness, especially after the din and roar of forty submachine guns drilling holes in over 400 people. The length of time it took for those gunmen to kill those many people, and the dying screams of those getting riddled with bullets, followed by the moans of those in the throes of death made for an odd-sounding symphony.