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TREE OF HANDS
Once, when Benet was about fourteen, she and her mother had been alone in a train carriage- and Mopsa had tried to stap her with a carving knife.
It was some time since Benet had seen her mad mother. So when Mopsa arrived at the airport, looking drab and colourless in a dowdy grey suit, Benet tried not to hate her.
But then the tragic death of a child begins a chain of deception,
kidnap and murder....
A DEMON IN MY VIEW
Her white face, beautiful, unmarked by any flaw of skin or feature, stared blankly back at him. He fancied that she had cringed, her slim body pressing further into the wall behind her. He didn't speak. He had never known how to talk to women. There was only one thing he had ever been able to do to women and, advancing now, smiling, he did it.
Then, when it was all over, he straightened her against the wall so that she would be ready to die for him again. It was the best thing in his life, just knowing she was there, waiting until the next time...
But one day she wasn't there waiting...
