Karl. Walking in slow motion. Fog everywhere. In the distance, a large Victorian house looms, penetrating the miasma like in an old Hammer horror movie. The house will devour him, swallow him in one gulp. His heart is beating so hard it hurts his ribcage. He tries to stop walking, but the house’s...
It was scarred, flattened, thickened, checkered, and welted. It was a face that had nothing to fear. Everything had been done to it that anybody could think of.’ Raymond Chandler, Farewell My Lovely ‘And this man’s name is Thomas Blake?’ said Detective Chambers, taking notes in Karl’s office whil...
Sylvia Plath, Apprehensions “You still haven’t told me where you went last night – or should I say this morning?” said Naomi, pouring a steady ribbon of black coffee, before handing it to Karl. Background music from Downtown Radio’s afternoon show lilted over the room. Fle...
William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream Next day, I was up before Mom, an unusual occurrence. All night, I couldn’t get Devlin out of my head, and now I couldn’t wait to see her. I left the house with hardly a bite of breakfast in my jumpy stomach, and ran as fast as I could towards Jackso...
Pussy Cat? CHAPTER FOURTEEN TWISTED SISTER? PUSSY CAT? “Never explain – your friends do not need it and your enemies will not believe you anyway.” Elbert Hubbard“The master of the monstrous … the discoverer of the unconscious...
The nakedness of woman is the work of God.” William Blake, The Marriage of Heaven and Hell JACK STUDIED THE painting, delighted with the progress he was making on it. Each stroke of the brush brought the mosaic tapestry to life, revealing an exotic nude comprising numerous...
SAID KARL, picking up his mobile, taking a break from his typewriter. Outside the bedroom window, a healthy rain was battering the glass. “Karl? Tom. How are things?”“As fine as wine. Why do you always call so late at night? Shouldn’t you be doing interesting things with y...