Flipper_The Kelpie_Quenching Thirst_Monarch
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Flipper
“I think she’s dead,” Charleston looks over her body. He looks at Friga. “Flipper?”“She’s…” Friga looks at the safe in her hands. “That’s...I mean. That appears to be the case.”“Well?”“Well what?”“What the hell are we going to do?”“How the hell should I know?”“We shouldn’t have broken in,” Charleston grips his head, leaning against the counter. “I mean, she’s gotta have a partner.”Friga rolls her eyes. “We’ve been here six hours. I think we would have noticed that by now..” She sets the safe on the counter next to him. “We should retrace our steps.”“Huh? Why?”“So we make sure we didn’t leave a...
The Kelpie
Eileen dropped her suitcase at her feet and surveyed the hotel lobby in surprise. It was a modest, moderately priced family hotel. It had a very ordinary bar and dining room with a small patio. There was a nice view of the loch and the looming hills beyond and the castle ruins were picturesque, but that did not account for the number of people milling around in the lobby. She stood up on tiptoe, peering over shoulders, trying without success to attract the attention of the flustered receptionist who, with her eyes glued to her computer screen, was trying to multi-task. Eileen grasped her b...
Quenching Thirst
© 2021, K.A. Bachus 2,655 wordsQuenching ThirstbyK.A. BachusLos Angeles, 1971"It is the worst thing we can do, Vasily. It exposes us. We must wait for our airplane." Misha did not hide the exasperation in his voice."It does not make sense to sit here and wait for hours when we could use those hours to be at the airplane the moment it is repaired." Vasily’s voice was not accustomed to such long sentences. It became hoarse toward the end, but he forced himself to continue. "Staying here will make us into sitting ducks."Louis weighed in. "But you propose to make us flying ducks, Vasily. There are...
Monarch
I woke up in the middle of a flowery field. Standing over me were dozens of faces, all somewhat sympathetic, and dressed in beige and brown hats and shaggy heads of hair. And hovering over them, like one big halo glistening above their heads in the beaming afternoon sun, there was a ring of fluttering wings holding dewy, brown-skinned beings. The winged beings encircled me with big, kind eyes. In the center of the halo of floating beings, one with grandiose wings, narrowed eyes, and an endeared smirk on her face flew gracefully. Bewildered, I snapped my eyes shut, and the www.onedoor.cccrowd around me gasp...