The Man Who Hated Light (Extract) From my vantage point what followed was utter un dreamt of chaos. However that was all seen from my cell, blurred, fuzzy and full of fear. Yet as I lay down in the tatty bed in the vomit smelling cubicle, I felt sleep hit me like a hammer, and the confusion of thoughts gave way to the confusion of dreams. Images impacted in my sleep. Gushing rivers of blood flooding the city of my night. Fears and then the intoxicating replay of those first kills. A gentle hand shook me awake, in the nocturnal dimness and quiet sat a tired looking man. He introduced himself as Detective Neoklis Chrtisodoulou, we both stood and then walked to the smoke filled interrogation room. Neoklis was murder police, his job was almost as death orientated as an executioners would be. Strangely through his long distant eyes flowed a world weariness that I could relate to. So I started with the beginning and handed him the case of a lifetime on a plate. Copyright Steve Merrick 2014
Posted on: Tue, 25 Feb 2014 13:10:16 +0000
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