Based on Monsieur Lamberthier by Louis Verneuil
The only thing better than complaining about the bitter cold of winter was complaining about the endless heat of summer.
I watched the person I love most in the world grip hands with a dream and drop out of reality towards the pavement.
I guess the universe can be fair, sometimes.
Part 3 Don’t forget to check out: Part 1 Part 2 My eyelids felt like sandpaper and my mouth tasted of vomit and regret. In front of me sat The Dragon, smoke coming out of his nose and a smile on his face that made my skin crawl. I did what I could to return…
I do not have cops in my pocket, Mr Jones, and while I might be a man who colours outside of the lines, the kind of clout, influence and willingness to take risks is not something I’m interested in.
“You’re here, Mr. Jones, because a woman in a red dress told you to be here. Because she cried in your office and then offered you a lot of money and sweet sorrowful lies. The same reason you do everything.”
Deep down I know it’s a lie. I’m just a bit ashamed to admit it sometimes.
His life had been hard and he’d become hard as a result, and so was infinitely unprepared for Debbie.
The window wound back up and the car pulled off slowly, careful not to spray water as it went. Looking skyward again Maalik said.
“Fine, I’ll help him, but not because you made me.”