Category: Horror Publisher: Amazon
Pages: 42
Copyright: March 6 2013
A collection of short stories with a spike in the tail.
A change meeting in a clinic, two men fishing on a quiet river, a view from a lighthouse. Something is going on and someone, somewhere is going to die..
Excerpt
The sun broke early that day, waking up the quartz facia of the building and shooting great belts of light into its white rooms. They ricocheted off the metal fittings and lit up corners which would be in shadow at other times of the day. Ward One had four beds but only one was occupied. A man lay there. His face was grey; the skin mottled by years of abuse. Stubble sprouted from his cheeks and crown and a bubble of spit rose and fell with his uneven breathing. The crisp white linen and shiny bed rails held him in silent rebuke.
The doors at the end of the ward opened suddenly and a nurse entered on a swoosh of air. She checked the man’s pulse, ticked the chart and straightened the covers. Her pale eyes swept over the man’s face without emotion. Satisfied that nothing else could be done for him, she waited.
Five minutes passed and the man’s breathing continued to rattle into the stillness. The doors opened again and a doctor entered. He was young. His coat was white and a stethoscope sparkled at his chest. Arriving at the man’s bed, he picked up the chart and examined it.
‘Good morning doctor’
‘Good morning nurse. This man was brought in last night, I believe’
‘Yes doctor. He was on top of Claremont Towers; screaming and abusing the staff – drunk I suppose’ She sniffed and straightened her skirt. ‘Mr Claremont very kindly asked for him to be taken care of’
‘Thank you nurse’
‘If that is all, doctor, I will go and see to Ward II’
She left and the young doctor reached over to perform an examination. Six inches from the doctor’s face, the man’s eyes snapped open. The pupils were black holes in a sea of red. Startled, the doctor drew back. The man’s hand shot out of the bedcovers and grabbed his hand.
