NOTE: This single-part work by Taurus is a short sequel to his much longer story One Year.
As James spun around, all he saw was white, with the set of washbasin and toilet flashing grey intermittently.
When he eventually slowed down – he was not quite sure if it was double vision or nausea – there were two sets of personal hygiene stations.
It took James another few breaths to calm down enough that he could confirm once and for all that it was not just him – there were two sinks and two toilets on opposite corners of this cube-shaped cell, which was brilliantly lit on all its sides.
Raising his head, he slowly fell towards the ceiling, until his neck got tired enough to bring the rest of the cell back into view.
Disappointed that he could not fly, James lay down on the one unlit surface in the cell he had been on the whole time; a black leather mattress.
Continue reading It’s Been a Year
By Joshua Ryan
Chapter 4: Travelers Are Often Moody
I rose early and hit the breakfast room, a cream-and-gilt confection where the morning light shone softly on the cut flowers at my table, and slappies bowed and asked permission to butter my muffin. After observing them all at my leisure I decided that the hottest one was a smiling young black with “Omar” on his shirt and shorts and one of those silver necklaces—which all of them seemed to be wearing — glinting from behind his collar, a nice adornment for a shapely neck. When I was ready to leave I snapped my fingers in his direction, and in seconds he was at my table, bowing.
“I want a tour of the island,” I said. And I want you to give it to me! But I didn’t say that. I knew they wouldn’t let a hotel servant out for that purpose, or pretense. Although maybe, if I offered enough money . . . . But no–I remembered Roger’s advice. “And I want it now,” I said.
“Yess sirr,” he answered, in the island intonation. “If you will please to relax here a moment, sir, I will convey your wishes sir.”
Continue reading Island Paradise – Part 1: Chapter 04