The black Queen

Nguyen Van Ty was a peaceful man. He’d arrived at the small village in Tonkin many years ago. Apparently from nowhere. Some of the villagers said he had a Saïgon accent, others assured he came from the Imperial city of Hué. He was dressed as a peasant, but his manners, his education, his delicate hands…

“Doc”

  “Doc! Doc”! “What’s the matter, Raphaela? We’ll never finish on time if you keep interrupting!” “Sorry Doc, we have an emergency. The Boss is coming down to the Lab. In five minutes.” “Damn! How do you know?” “Gabby called me. And she says the Boss is in a bad mood. Very. So we’d better…

A night in Penang. By Brian Martin-Onraet and Tiffany Choong

“They will die if we do nothing,” Felicity said, pacing on the crazy pavement by the pool. “Felicity, tokek,” Gary said, “please stop pacing, tokek, you’re driving me crazy, tokek.” “Gary,” Felicity said, “stop with your tokek, it is driving ME crazy.” “Sorry, Fel’, it’s a tokek, I mean, a tick. Tokek. I agree with…

Crows

Originally posted on Equinoxio:
I needed to escape. The memories and the pressure were… too much. I’d come back to Nairobi from a tough assignment, covering civil unrest (PC for hidden-under-the-carpet civil war) in the north of Kenya, spending weeks in the bush. I’d been trying to get an interview with the rebel chief, whom,…

Red heels by Brian Martin-Onraet and West517

Red heels? Yes! I happen to be an expert at walking in high heels. Very high heels… My new dress? Yep! Black dress can’t fail. Hmmm. A wide red leather belt? Hmmm. No. The red scarf I bought in Florence. Italy, not Miss’sipi. Tied around the waist. Good! A touch of make-up. Red lipstick. Too…