In the last post: Eerie Eve ended. Beginning today is another astounding story, Enchanter on the Roof...
Dear friends, on Tuesdays and Saturdays I’m blogging nibble-sized chunks of new ‘Life in the Clouds’ stories. If you like a good chuckle, dim-witted heroes, and larger-than-life villains, then you'll love this mind-boggling series. You can check in regularly and read them free, or wait to buy the whole story when published. This is the first part of ‘Enchanter on the Roof.’ Enjoy!
Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 01
Bert lay in bed, wide-awake, with his eyes closed and palms resting on his heart. He often suffered from heartburn, but the agony throbbing deep inside his ribs this morning was far worse. It was a pain that no medicine could ease.
He rolled his head and stared at the bedroom’s brick wall. On the other side, no more than a foot away in the house next door, lived the love of his life. “Olive,” he whispered, and the sound of her name brought a flood of moisture to his eyes. “When will you be mine?”
Olive was the most beautiful creature that walked the earth. She was a make-up expert and her face was always dazzling and colourful and it took her hours to paint it on. Come to think of it, he’d never seen her without it. And she wasn’t afraid of displaying her voluptuous body either. The trouble was, even though she wore his engagement ring, she seemed more interested in other men than him.
It didn't surprise him. He knew he was no prize: hulking in height, grossly overweight, brutishly strong, and with a grim face that terrified the living daylights out of most people.
Just then, as Bert’s Big Ben alarm clock chimed eight, he heard the sound of Dick Charmer outside. The dashing young contractor climbed a scaffolding ladder and walked across the roof. Bert’s two massive Alsatians growled and he clicked his tongue at them. “Yeah, I hate the bastard too. How’s about I kill him and you two eat him, bones and all, get rid of the evidence?”
To be continued…
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