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A man finds himself in a sedate lounge bar with no memories of his past. Hidden doors disguised as beautiful marquetry panels take him on disjointed a..
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The room was large and not brightly lit, a feature that had obviously been designed to create a relaxing ambiance and induce a meditative state.
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The soft breeze that touched me
has opened the sky
and sun dappled brightness like honey,
but who has the time for the birds in the trees
and..
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‘Of course!’ he mumbled and got up from the leather couch he’d been sleeping on, stretching a little to straighten his sore back. &l..
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For a moment he forgot he was cold and wet and really could have used that cup of coffee he was anticipating and went straight to the panel from the d..
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‘Oh, what’s the difference!’, he uttered morosely and headed for the panels on the wall, weighing his chances of ending up somewhere..
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‘There is no method to this madness,’he thought dejected.
He couldn’t help notice that the room had looked a little beat up in the ..
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When he opened his eyes, he was welcomed by the familiar sight of the lounge room and his first thought was how lucky he was to be back home.
The min..
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He wobbled to the nearest chair and sat down, or rather fell in it, if one wanted a more accurate description. He was still holding the champaign bott..
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“Helmuth!” a voice resonated from behind with the stark intensity of a bullet.
He turned around, not being able to remember how he got to..
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