Night Boat To Tangier
You know what I get to wondering, Maurice? Tell me, Charlie. About death, Moss. Here we go. Is it as raw a deal as they make it out to be? Come again? Is it not in some way an ease when she comes calling? The Black Angel? . . . Hush now . . . Listen? . . . The gentle...
My Name Is Red
I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Although I drew my last breath long ago and my heart has stopped beating, no one, apart from that vile murderer, knows what’s happened to me. As for that wretch, he felt for my pulse and listened for...
No One Belongs Here More Than You
The Shared Patio Vincent was on the shared patio. I’ll tell you about this patio. It is shared. If you look at it you will think it is only Helena and Vincent’s patio, because it begins at their back door and there is a fence around it. But when I moved in...
Indian Camp
At the lake shore there was another rowboat drawn up. The two Indians stood waiting.
Nick and his father got in the stern…