Click Book Novels & Stories

The silent night walk was helping me calm down too. “I’ll be intruding.” I said formally on entering his house after he had unlocked and opened the door. I changed out of my outdoor shoes in the entryway and proceeded in without waiting for him. He had followed me in by the time I had removed my backpack and dropped it on the couch though. When I turned to get some water from the kitchen, he came to stand before me and blocked my way. “Wait.” “Water.” I said dryly. “Later.” He trained his eyes on me, a neutral expression on his face. “Talk to me right now.”

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.