Misterdoe's Fiction

Dan’s heart sank when he saw Max on Wednesday morning. Until now the German had always looked smart, despite all his problems, but now his clothes were crumpled, stubble was starting to shade his chin, and his hair was uncombed.
“Poor man,” thought Dan. “That afternoon off didn’t help him relax at all. Should I tell [...]

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Max poured himself another large whisky and waited for Diane to return from her kitchen. He couldn’t get that embrace out of his mind. He had seen right down inside her top, seen the underwear beneath her clothes. But apart from that, the clothes had seemed totally empty. Yet that kiss had been real enough, [...]

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Max woke up and, for a moment, wondered where he was. This wasn’t his bedroom. He felt someone move beside him, and heard a woman yawn.
“Becky?” he thought. He turned to look, but what he saw brought the memories of the previous night jolting violently back into his head.
The form of a woman’s body was [...]

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That night Max dreamt he was searching the warehouse for Becky, hearing her voice calling him but never seeing her, always being interrupted by the ringing of the warehouse phone. He woke up, and his phone was ringing. It was Becky’s brother asking when he could collect the rest of her clothes.
Max mumbled something about [...]

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Max was the last person to leave the office that evening. He couldn’t stand the thought of returning to an empty house, and he didn’t feel up to an evening of pretending to be happy with Dan and the others in the pub. He remained behind for half an hour, trying to find things to [...]

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