Clambering onto this vehicle is a challenge. Either that or I'm short.
A crack came from the side planks. The man whipped his head around at me and I glanced at his scowling face. He was still mad that I cheated his prices, one wrong move and I'll be packing my bags. Forced saliva traveled down my throat.
Short bumpy start, and we're on our way.
Frizzle Frazzle. My Agatha Christie book is travelling back to London. The seven dials mystery shall now dial back on the train. Not only that, I'm stuck in a dry waste land with a chauffeur who is probably plotting my demise. I slump backwards in the cart. There is enough room to fit twenty apple trays in here.
Wait, what am I whining about? This desert maybe empty, but the sky is thriving with clouds. Although, where are they coming from? Clouds form from water vapour and you would travel thousands miles in this desert and not find a single drop of water. Sitting up only to realise the chauffeur was smoking.
This is going to be a long ride...
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Workin' on somethin'
Mistério / SuspenseThe story is set in 1929. Follow a detective as they embark in a new environment, outside their comfort zone. Note: The chapter names aren't named by the protagonist. They are named by an anonymous narrator that I like to think is a character of its...
