Trafika Europe 9/10 - UK in Europe

two crimestories

friend, which I still am whether you want me to be or not… As your friend, I would like to show you something. Come along.” I hesitated, still unsettled by the premonition. “Where are we going?” Flann said nothing, simply turned and walked out of the house. I followed him. He walked silently down the street to the bus stop at Lamond Drive. The bus was already there, as if it had been waiting for us. Flann boarded, and I tried to show the driver my pass, but he wouldn’t look at it. We drove off and turned onto the road that skirted the coast out toward Crail. We were the only passengers until we reached Kingsbarns. A thick fog had settled in,

though this was nothing unusual. The fog often slipped from the sea onto the land, where it would then sit for hours. Flann got off, and I followed him all the way to Sam’s house. I was about to protest, whenFlann raisedhis hand to cut me off. He pointed at the brightly illuminated kitchen window. I saw Sam sitting at the table, her back toward us. “What’s this?” Flann turned around and left, simply fading into the fog until I could no longer see him. I called after him, but he didn’t answer. As I glanced back at the window, Sam was standing there with someone else. They were kissing. No, they were melting into one another. They fused into one, and then the other person

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