…She glared directly at him and smiled in a way that sent a cold, deathly shiver down Rhys’s spine.
o strong then.’ He wasn’t talking directly to the stranger, but the rougher man replied all the same.
‘You might think so, but he is a fast learner apparently. Here, let me tell you.’
The bronze light poured in through the blinds; lines contrasting with dank isolation. The air control had expired; it wasn’t the only thing to face its demise. A figure moved in the corner, slowly at first. It emerged, looked around, the head angled awkwardly on sloping shoulders. Its neck cracked loudly, and the body straightened with a low exhale…
The market was buzzing with activity, too much activity. Sara turned and watched, hoping she hadn’t missed the more delicate details necessary to reveal her target. There were a dozen races, stalls, languages, dialects, trade, exchange, barter, noise and more noise. Sara’s vision froze on a figure in a dark cloak. The sun cut through the opaque ceiling but revealed nothing.
The winds cascaded down the hill. Stephen had finally made it to the wild north, Scotland. His months of travelling around Europe had shown him much, yet only fragments rise to the surface. His previous summer had been spent in England, like so many former Commonwealth travellers he’d centred his time around London. Now, finally,Continue reading “(FINAL) Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 6 By C.J. Quince”
Three times that damned alarm had gone off. Everyone in the hostel was either awake or pretending they weren’t. It was eight in the morning, and the alarm had started at six. It wasn’t clear what was causing the disruption. It didn’t really matter, Stephen reflected, as long as it stopped. Nevertheless, as bleary eyedContinue reading “Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 5 By C.J. Quince”
‘What are you nuts?’ The young German woman cried in protest. ‘That’s just stupid.’ Her comments left little ambiguity as to her feelings. The French man, clean cut and easily offended, objected to his companion’s comments with gusto. The English woman, several years their senior, cut in. ‘You’re both wrong-‘ and on it went. It seemedContinue reading “Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 4 By C.J. Quince”
‘Why does no one smile?’ Cherry asked, her question echoed around the room. Stephen had been exploring streets, sites and sights and talking to people for several weeks now, throughout various patches of what is sometimes called ‘Eastern Europe’. The term is outdated*, but still continues as it is apparently useful for people to categorise. Continue reading “Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 3 By C.J. Quince”
Stephen passed a billboard as it flickered from an image of a naked woman wearing nipple tape and a g-string (he thought it was an ad for teeth whitening but couldn’t be sure). A trailer began to play for the latest film on Disney’s Amazon streaming service^. The latest Avengers reboot was a remake ofContinue reading “Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 2 By C.J. Quince”
Stephen moved through the winding streets of dank ground and puddles illuminated by neon lights from a small selection of the rainbow. Something scampered by, it could have been a rodent, but with the proliferation of wild cats across Europe, it was more likely a feline in search of prey. He moved a little faster,Continue reading “Tales of a future backpacker – Series 1- Episode 1 By C.J. Quince”