Valentina: A Hauntingly Intelligent Psychological Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
With Isla snug in the sling, I crossed the car park and headed into the funfair complex. Through the leaden rollings of the bowling alley I wandered, through the thick smell of sweaty shoe leather, the bloops and bleeps of the amusement arcade, through sugary pockets of candyfloss air, outside to the seafront, the tang of chip vinegar, the chill salt breeze. The wind blew the hair from my face like freshness itself, a spring-clean for the soul. “Come on, Isla” I said, all gung-ho, putting on an Ozzie twang. “Let’s seize this day by the bollocks.” Who wanted to be friends with those women at the swimming baths anyway? I thought. See her in the park? Her loss. I’d found a friend now. I’d found Valentina. The cold wind ran like liquid down the back of my collar, the sky was still the palest grey. The North Sea pushed itself into smoked, glassy peaks, smashed them against the shore. Out, past the violent waves and the flat ocean beyond, I fancied I saw the outline of an oil platform, the silk ribbon of a gas flame rippling in the sullen sky.
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