The room was small and stuffy. Sweat glistened on the bare arms of the woman sitting in the bed, rocking back and forth, and wailing. I watched her from the door unable to comfort her. Continue reading Memories
When my phone started beeping while it was still dark outside my first thought was ridiculous: that something bad had happened to Antonia. My second thought was sane, reminding me she was sleeping in the room across the hall. And then I saw the number calling and the hour, and the worry reignited. Continue reading A Bad Day to Travel
The key clicked in the lock so loudly I winced. Antonia sobbed by my side. I had tried to comfort her but she didn’t want my comfort. She wanted to grieve and I followed Madeleine’s advice and let her. Continue reading A Blast from the Past
“I honestly can’t believe we did this,” Sonia said and laughed. I took a sip from my wine glass and mirrored the smile still lingering on her lips.
“We only did it because of you,” I said. “Everybody likes you.”
“Including you?” she asked, wiggling her eyebrows. Continue reading The Perfect Sauce
Do you know this feeling when you’re so tired you can’t really enjoy the fact it’s Friday night and you’re looking at two days of rest? This is exactly how I felt this Friday. Continue reading A Desperate Man
This is the first story in what was going to be The Dansk Finanzbar Chronicles, a series of loosely related short stories in the wonderful tradition of Raymond Chandler although my protagonist was not a private eye but a dreamer, a person who can change reality by dreaming about it, often involuntarily. Long story short, it didn’t work as I expected, so I turned it into a novel. This first story, along with a few others, I think, is good enough on its own, so I’m sharing it.
Author’s note: The ‘z’ in Finanzbar is German and not Danish but hey, that’s how I dreamed it and besides it’s a federation, so there. Continue reading A Bridge in the Sea