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                               The reading area.
This award was earned in 20012 for my book Chronicles of Mark Johnson The book was intended to be the first in series.

The format for this page is that as I am no longer writing to sell on either Amazon or Draft2Digital; I am putting my short stories online free.

Short Stories.

The Albatross.
Everybody knew him by sight, but nobody knew his name, where he came from or where he was going. The Albatross had traveled so long and so far that people believed he had no idea of his roots where, or where he was going either.
One rumor that had started was that his desire was to cross every border before he passed away, it would appear to some that he was well on his way to achieving his goal, but to those who thought they had some idea of what went through his mind, they thought he'd lost so much that he had no idea where he was going, or if he'd ever get there.
At one of his rare stops, someone asked him where he called home, the Albatross replied, "The next area my car runs out of gas."

The writer vanishes.
He had been feeling low for many months, but nobody knew how bad things had got for Jim, he had a way of keeping things bottled up that confused even the closest of his friends.

One day, he went for his walk in the woods and got so enamored by the light through the leaves that he lost his way and wandered for hours trying to find a way out of the forest. The problem is being on his own, he realized that it would be days before he got missed, if at all as he had no social life.

Slowly, the beauty of his situation became a danger as the light faded, and noises that in daytime were delightful to hear bore threatening omnipotence. 
Whereas before a leaf snapping would have been a welcome sound of the wildlife moving, now it bore the threat of being followed by an unseen figure lurking in the deepening shadows.

The Getaway.
by Alan Place.

Officer Sarah Lund turned from the sound of the gunshot that told her a close friend had chosen to kill herself, rather than die an agonizing death by poison. In front of her, she saw the crowd of people at the party who were oblivious to how close they had been to being the victims of a psychotic killer hell-bent on destroying the elite of Copenhagen.
Sarah put her hand in her coat pocket to feel for her phone and thought "I saved the day, but I know that won't matter as the force needs a scapegoat for the situation getting this far, and that will be me again. No matter what I do, I get the blame for not stopping things before they get this far."
Sarah was about to throw her phone in the bin went she received a call, "Here it comes," she thought, "The chief wants to praise me for saving the elite, but castigating me for letting things get out of hand."
As she looked at the phone, she saw the caller ID was unknown to her. "Go ahead, caller," she said to the stranger.
The man's voice at the other end said, "Miss Lund, you are in danger. The police will be tracking my call, so listen and don't talk as you don't have time to get in a discussion. You need to leave Denmark as soon as you can, take no clothes as they are watching your apartment, end this call and leave the country without looking back."
Sarah waited until the caller had ended the call, then she put the phone in her jacket pocket and walked to her car; the old Denzel was still in the parking spot outside the Absalon Hotel where she had parked.
Sarah smiled to herself as she realized that her caller had already told her the escape route, over the Oresund Bridge to Sweden. In the past, cooperation between the two countries had been an ensured thing, but since the Swedish officer Saga Noren had shot and injured the Danish police officer Martin Rohde before sending him to trial for the shooting of the felon responsible for killing Martin's son; relations between the countries had become tense.
As Sarah walked to her car, she noticed the car detailed to tail approaching from the end of the street, "Before you make your move, you need to make sure I can't be seen," muttered as she took her keys out and started the engine.
Driving with care, so as not to give occasion for the police to apprehend her, Sarah left Copenhagen heading for the bridge, and freedom. As she drove, she thought, "The Swedes have no cause to stop me, to them, I am one of the thousands of cars that cross the bridge each day; either going to work or going home. Before they act, I will have to have broken the law in Sweden, or be suspected of going to break the law."
At police HQ, the tracking team as predicted where tracking Sarah's phone; "Mobile 3 do you have the suspect in sight, control over?"
The tailing car replied, "Mobile 3 to control; we have the suspect in sight, over."
"Whatever you do, don't lose her, remember she is one of ours, and she knows all the tricks of tailing, control over."
The lights changed to red, and Sarah slowed but did not stop as she approached them. The lights turned, and she accelerated, her advanced driving course paid off; by idling, she had made it possible to get the jump on her pursuers.
"Mobile 3 to control, she got the jump on us; we lost sight of her heading to the E20 turn-off for the bridge; we suggest that the bridge be put on alert as she will be there soon."
"Control to Mobile 3, damn her, now we need to play catch up and try to think like Sarah, that won't be easy as she's a bit of a maverick. The bridge has been put on high alert in case she goes that way: but knowing her, she'll do something unexpected."
The conversation was interrupted by another caller, "Mobile 1 to control, suspect, is sighted crossing the roundabout before the E20 and heading back to the city, what do you wish us to do, over?"
"Control to Mobile, bring the suspect in; we cannot let her escape. You have the authority to apprehend Sarah Lund if possible, over."
"Roger that, control; we are in pursuit."

Sarah smiled as she saw the police give chase, and then muttered, "Now, let's have some fun."
She put her foot down and began to speed up as the police gave chase, then she sped onto the Kystvejen heading for the airport roundabout.
"Control to all Mobiles, intercept the suspect, Sarah Lund at as soon as possible, she is heading for Kastrup airport."
She slowed down as soon as she entered the gates, and began to seek a parking place; after a few minutes, she saw one and parked her car. "Now let the fun begin," she said as she left her vehicle; with the phone in it the driver's glove box.

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