Meet me at the end of the world ...
As civilization comes to an end, Lewis and Karen take their last vacation to the only cold place left on Earth, the remote resort town of Cold Pools. There, they will say goodbye ...
The Cold Pools is a short story of 3,000 words.
This short story is usually given away free to advertise my other books, but it has had a few sales because of the strength of its cover. There is also an audiobook available.
Coming up to the cold pools along the main approach road it was difficult to see anything other than the huge bluff that formed a natural barrier against the heat rising up from the valley as thick as smoke. Already, cheaper tourist hotels were beginning to make an appearance, with their gaudy facades and neon signs and promises of low-cost bus tours up to the main site itself.
Karen and myself, however, had a better room in one of the larger resorts up on the bluff. The brochures promised the best views of the valley, and the freshest, coolest air that only the pools could provide.
We were heading uphill past the first cluster of hotels when the car began to choke. ‘Damn it,’ I swore, punching the dash. Karen reached over and touched my arm, and when I looked towards her, her smile calmed me. My own cold pool, I thought. My very own.
‘We’re almost there,’ she said. ‘Don’t worry.’
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Valerio Dalla Ragione
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Mayra Moraes
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