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"Red Nails" (continued)
impossible. I nudge my shoulder against the bed and manage to struggle to my knees. I succeed in turning on the bedside lamp. My eyes dart around the room searching for her, but she's gone. All that remains is her smell, the smell of a goddess. As I turn and start to shuffle along on my knees, my eyes fix on the nails still protruding from the wall. Red nails ... (end of excerpt)
Copyright © 2001 by Michael Groebel
From - "Eternal Flame"
On my way through the park I noticed a man sitting on one of the benches, his back to me, reading a paper. As I drew closer I realised that it was Thomas Lee. He was well dressed, as usual, in an expensive looking suit. I had never spoken to him and hadn't the nerve on this day either. He was not an approachable kind of guy. He was just one of those mysterious people that others have a hard time figuring out. I was so curious about him. Wanted to know what he was all about.
I was now only a few metres away. Standing behind a large willow
tree, I spied on him. He was reading a horse racing guide and listening
to the race on a miniature radio. The race caller announced that, A
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