Boris swaggered into the church and crawled up the wall at the back of the hall. Now let’s see what these suckers are up to. He nursed his stump. The new hand was already pushing its way into existence—like a shark’s tooth; it merely replaced the one bitten off.
‘Well, well, well, what do we have here?’
Friedrich gasped. His hands gripped the stones on the wall. Slowly, he twisted his head.
He saw a glow, but it wasn’t the ray of light he was hoping for. It was Boris’ hand—his ray-gun hand.
‘Wouldn’t be the first time.’ Nathan chuckled and then turned. His grin vanished and with eyes widened like saucers. He stared beyond Walter, into the night.
‘What’s up?’ Walter followed his gaze.
A man, about Walter’s height and build emerged through the precinct gates. He drifted towards them.
‘Boris!’ the boy whispered.
The dog cowered beside Friedrich and whimpered.
Arthurglanced out the window. Cliffs shaped like giant stained teeth grinned back at him. Way below, tiny trees dotted the valley…’I guess when you booked this Far flung tour, you never imagined you’d be sitting on a bus on the edge of a cliff.’ he laughed nervously.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (41)"
Nathan braced. He clutched the handle and yanked it clockwise. No joy. He wrenched it anti-clockwise. Still no success. ‘It’s locked. Who locked it?’
‘Who do ya think? The stinker who put me in here,’ Walter shrieked. ‘Can’t you ram it or something?’
Lovers in the morgue, what next? Shaking his head in disapproval, Nathan changed direction and marched to the old morgue.Read more "Lost World of the Wends (39)"
Nathan pushed open the back door and stepped into the laundry.
What’s happening in Walter’s house? Why are the lights off?
He ran his fingers along the door post and finding the tab, switched the light on. Light flooded the hallway. Nathan blinked, his eyes adjusting to the intensity of the hundred-watt globe.
He moved into the kitchen. He fumbled for the switch. Finding it, he flicked on the kitchen light.
The place was empty. No human life, only the essential pieces of furniture, a table and chairs standing guard for the next invasion of humans. What’s going on with this Walter? How did he grow those wings? How did his hand grow into a gun?