Hammerfest, Norway
THE RED HOUSE (150 words)
By Neel Anil Panicker
Inside the house by the corner slope, the man paced up and down in his drawing room, his knee-high steel coated boots furiously tapping into the wooden floors.
His eyes glanced at the clock on the wall__fifteen past two.
He had time though not very much.
He walked over and sat down on the chair by the lone window.
The street outside was a serpent’s tail, bathed in snow.
He watched the river and hills beyond. White was the reigning deity.
Thirteen months of living in Hammerfest had taught Ahmed Assad Hussain alias Philip Mathews__international forger wanted by Interpol for swindling over 200 million Swiss francs__that it would take another two months for the snow to melt.
He turned away and looked at the body lying on the floor.
Senior Detective Walter Smith deserved a decent burial__here and now.
It was the least Ahmed could do, under the circumstances.
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Written for WHAT PEGMAN SAW GOOGLE STREET VIEW WRITING CHALLENGE https://whatpegmansaw.com/2017/02/04/hammerfest-norway/
Such a devious tale Neal! Loved it.
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Thank you so much, Karen
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Great tale. He will have to move on before the detective’s colleagues come looking for him.
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Yes, Iain and, pretty fast at that. Thanks.
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Dear Neel,
At least Ahmed has some conscience. He certainly can’t keep the body lying around the house. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Yes, Neel, if that may be a called a saving grace at all. Thanks Rochelle for your appreciative comments.
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Enjoyed that. Thanks for following my blog. I hope you enjoy your visits.
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Thanks a lot Quiall. THat was very lovely of you to say that. I will have more look in at your blog.
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ooooooo
more, please.
such a nice crime piece….
with great descriptors – like this “He watched the river and hills beyond….”
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Thanks Prior for your lovely appreciation.
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my pleasure and good day to you….
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Perhaps a burial in a snow berm will work. No one will find him until spring? Great take, Neel.
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