When Christine wakes up in a sumptuous white room with silken hangings, she assumes she is in heaven. But she soon finds out that this is not heaven but some strange alternative version of her life. Who is the Christine who inhabits this other world? And how is she ever to get home?
Genre: FICTION / Science Fiction / GeneralA very popular novella, it has been published in two anthologies and twice as a stand-alone. So many people requested a sequel, that I wrote ‘Flipside’, which is presently even more popular.
Amazon rating 4.9 stars
Christine lay in the bath sipping a glass of wine and staring at her toes. She had quite nice feet, she thought. A little chubby, perhaps, but a pleasing shape, the toes even and straight. In fact, she wasn’t bad looking altogether. Despite bearing two children she retained a shapely figure. She had stretch marks, of course, fading to silver now, and scarcely noticeable, and her breasts were perhaps on the large side. Kevin thought so, anyway. He laughed at her bra on the line, saying it looked like a couple of potato sacks. And she used to think he was such a kind and loving person.
She scooped up a handful of pills and knocked them back with another sip of wine. It was taking much longer than she had expected. She’d had to run more hot water in twice and had to get out to get another bottle of wine and more pills. She’d used all the painkillers she could find—paracetamols, aspirin, ibuprofen, even the children’s junior aspirin and was now starting on the rest of the stuff in the bathroom cabinet − antihistamine, diazepam, something for diarrhoea. They all said not to exceed the stated dose, which just goes to show how much leeway there was.
She had considered slashing her wrists, even gone as far as bringing the sharp kitchen knife into the bath, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. An overdose seemed so much more civilized, less messy. And if you did it in the bath, you’d slide under the water when you passed out and there would be no question of botching it.
Except she wasn’t passing out.
She scooped up another handful of pills. She was wearing a swimming costume. Even though she would be dead when they found her she couldn’t bear the thought of being found naked. “Over my dead body,” she thought, and gave a hollow laugh.
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Author review: Perfect! |
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Author review: Angelos is lovely to work with. Friendly, communicative and delivers on time. Highly recommended. |
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Author review: Excellent translation. Leticia is very enthusiastic and a delight to work with. |
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Author review: This is the second book Leticia and I have worked on together and she has once again proved to be not only an excellent translator but very easy to work with. What more can I say? I just hope she'd like to translate more of my stories. |
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