Category: Short Stories

The quiet November night was coming to an end. The rain tapped rhythmically against the windowpanes, resembling the sound of a distant drum. He opened his eyes slowly. He had been having a beautiful dream: he felt the mountain wind brushing his face, admiring the peak of Mont Blanc looming in the distance. He dream…

The screech woke him… A sharp, grinding sound of tires on asphalt that bored into his throbbing skull. The world inside his head was spinning, and he felt the speeding metal cage in which he was locked lurching violently from side to side, trying to force its way through the gridlocked traffic of the Bristol…