Short stories to read on a bus, a car, train, or plane (or a comfy chair anywhere). Includes the novella «Duck Creek». Colin David Palmer
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Автор: Colin David Palmer
Издательство: Издательские решения
Жанр: Приключения: прочее
isbn: 9788381049436
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The children knew none of this. They were here for one reason and one reason only. The Storyteller. Mr Cole was The Storyteller. In the outrageous silence surrounding them all they saw him lift his head, and a rapid sweep of his eyes showed that all was in order and he could begin.
His eyes were a piercing blue, the mature age lines across his forehead and the mirrored crows feet at the corner of his eyes the only signs, beside his ponderous walk, that he was older than he looked. Much, much older. His handsome face and head full of thick jet black hair aged him somewhere in his mid-thirties and it was no wonder that some of the mothers’ swooned over him, indeed fantasised sometimes late at night when the beer and cigarette stench of their overweight husbands engaged them in their wifely sexual duties. Mr Cole was more than just The Storyteller – to some he was their marriage saviour. The man himself smiled now and all the children smiled back.
‘Shall we start with a prayer?’ His voice was deep and mellow, and though he had not spoken loud, the attentiveness of his subjects ensured they all heard him clearly. ‘Rebecca, please, if you would begin’ he nodded to the eight year old.
Bec stood up immediately. There was no apparent hesitation, no nervousness portrayed on her young face, and her parents would have been gob smacked if they had seen their shy and timid Rebecca react so confidently. They would have been more gob smacked at the words she now expelled with full conviction. She started and led from her standing position and all the children followed. They remained seated and smiling as they chanted.
Mr Cole himself did not join them but his eyes quavered. As they progressed his whole body trembled, as if the words were pinching him in some insidious way. Their voices did not waver.
‘Oh almighty Diablo, cast off from Heaven
Come to us now and preach of the Dark Light.
Show us the enlightenment, Show us the pain,
Show us the way of Evil,
For we are your servants Diablo.
Let not the purgatory good inhabit our spheres
After your return Diablo.
We are your servants
and We await your return in the perfect form.
The evil and mighty Diablo
Our precious Dark Lord.
‘Again’ voiced The Storyteller, except his voice was deeper now, very deep, and the blue of his eyes had made way for a crimson hue like a blood moon and as the words caressed him once more, the crimson darkened further to a black red, pearlescent black that shone red highlights which ricochet across the room so that every single child also reflect that evil glow.
Coles’ skin was pulsing ….
‘Show us the enlightenment, Show us the pain,’
…huge blisters appeared to be pulsing and bursting across his skin but instead of…
‘Let not the purgatory good inhabit our spheres’
…an aqueous putrid eruption, a dark scaly armour was growing to replace …
‘We are your servants and We await’
…the human form. From the crown of his head two large eruptions resulted in …
‘The evil and might Diablo’
.. two short moss stained ivory horns that steam arose from as if they’d just been …
‘Our precious Dark Lord’
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