My Fantasy World…
In the reception lounge designed in the eighteenth century style to provide an atmosphere of quiet grace, John Steed listened with undisguised amusement to appalling theories of homicide aired across the salmon sandwiches and bottles of Moët & Chandon. Diplomats’ wives and starlets listened open-mouthed as politicians and local activists told them how the […]Continue Reading... 5 Comments.
The woman in question had expressive blue eyes and sculpted high cheekbones that preserve beauty indefinitely. Sadly for John, her attention was turned towards Emma. “I hope you will forgive me interrupting your conversation. My name is Katherine Broster and I’m trying to reach Miss Ann Miller. I’ve looked at the guest list and […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
1965. Three British experts in robotics create an Android controlled by enough artificial intelligence to rival human thinking. But a series of unexplained events take place that lead to the death of two of them. Confidential data is at risk and so is international peace. As diplomatic tensions rise, a lavish gala reception is […]Continue Reading... 12 Comments.
Weird ideas have gripped my imagination over the last few days to ensure the 1960’s were coming to a fitting end on Design Closeup. Yes, I’ve written a second short story and will either treat some of you to a week-long reading adventure or subject the rest of you to a painful ordeal. But regardless […]Continue Reading... 3 Comments.
Angelo stared at his secretary in disbelief. He shook his head and said: “But this is impossible! Our team of experts declared him dead on the night of the murder!” “Only Mr Trading was really dead Detective. There were so many people on the crime scene that night that nobody noticed a certain Mr Grueller […]Continue Reading... 6 Comments.
February 1929. Myrna Cunning was kept in custody. Confronting her proved a shrewd move for the detective but the moment of triumph was short-lived. His eyewitness had mysteriously vanished and Angelo was now treading a treacherous path. Time was not on his side. Myrna held in confinement was an event in itself… …and the […]Continue Reading... 11 Comments.
January 1929. The vague but latent suspicion that crept into Angelo’s mind had escalated to new and unforeseen heights. It appeared that Myrna’s vamp image wasn’t just bound to the silver screen as her romance with the milk delivery boy swiftly came into the public eye. Every man Myrna had an affair with – […]Continue Reading... 12 Comments.
A well-known neighbourhood in a peaceful town. A cold and foggy night of December 1928. Every house within walking distance was pitch black except Mr Trading’s, the home of a successful stockbroker… …trashed like a hotel room after a Gloria Swanson’s tantrum, a scene from a Laurel and Hardy movie following a pie fight […]Continue Reading... 10 Comments.