Ewa Lowe: Chapter 11

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Money From Heaven

When we learn more about the terrorists, I have my own little vendetta ceremony.

After collecting pictures of all the terrorists from newspapers and magazines, I bring them and a small barbecue grill down to a remote place on the beach. Then with a steak knife I cut out their ugly brown eyes and burn them on the grill, while saying out loud: 

“If you had not been killed in the crash, this is what I would have done to you.”

I repeat this every time I put down a new pair of ugly brown eyes on the grill.

I feel like screaming but instead I’m going to sing. I’ve got the voice that, when I find the right tone, can shatter glass. I’ve brought two tall crystal wine glasses – metaphorical – representing Lillian and Dexter. 

I place the glasses in a big plastic container. That way the glass particles will not be blown into the sand. I start singing the first verse of “The Star Spangled Banner.” 

A couple of people out walking on the beach gather around me and join in singing. When I get to the last word, ‘brave’ I find my high-pitched note and the glasses explode inside the box. 

Suddenly a seagull falls dead from the sky.

Oh, crap! Is this some kind of weird omen?

Later I learn that high-pitched acoustic energy can kill birds that fly by too closely.

People are gasping. I just collapse in the sand, crying. It takes me a long time before I can walk home. In the meantime some of the people have dug a hole in the sand and buried the unlucky seagull. 

Back at the apartment building the doorman looks at the grill and asks, “So, did you have a nice barbecue party on the beach?” I try to smile and say. “Sure did. It’s the first time I’ve used this grill and believe me, that was an eye-opening experience!”

Since I’m living in Lillian and Dexter’s apartment, I’m the one who has to go through all their personal belongings. I find an envelope containing four airline tickets in the names of Dexter, Lillian, James and myself. They are round-trip Miami-Southampton, England, dated for departure September 16, 2001, and returning September 23. 

A brochure from the prehistoric monument Stonehenge in England falls on the floor and I pick it up.

When James and I were children, Lillian would show us photos of these gigantic stones, telling us about something called the Stonehenge Summer Solstice Festival in England. 

Every year, on June 21, the Sun will rise and shine through the Heel Stone and people all over the world will come to see this event. 

From the beginning it was probably a burial area for kings. Maybe the stone circles were designed to record the motions of the Sun, stars and the Moon, like an astronomical calendar. It was built more than 5,000 years ago and the Stonehenge construction took more than 30 million hours of labor!

I also find a pamphlet from a beautiful spa in Miami. On the cover Lillian has written in red ink, “Irene,” and a smiley face. 

 Lillian had made reservation for James’ wife to go to a spa while we were in England. 

So this was the surprise Lillian was going to tell us about after we had been to the artist Eva Newermann’s vernissage in Miami, on September 15. We were all going to England and Stonehenge for a week!

 Well, of course, after September 11, everything had changed.

Very few of the victims from the September 11 attack had yet been identified. Lillian and Dexter’s bodies had been found intact so we could have a funeral. Their wish had been to be cremated.

 One day a lawyer calls and summons James and me to his office. He has the will. 

The lawyer’s office is in Pompano Beach. That’s just north of Fort Lauderdale and James is picking me up. The ride usually takes 20 minutes, but today, there is an accident on I-95 that slows down all the traffic. I have to call and say we’ll be late. 

When we walk into the office, three lawyers are looking as impressive as the table they are sitting behind. The power desk is made out of exotic wood, carved with beautiful inlays and burls. 

James and I are sitting upright in our chairs, feeling anxious, it almost feels as if we are back at school and have forgotten to study for an important test.

Will I be evicted from Lillian and Dexter’s apartment? 

One of the lawyers clears his throat and looks at us over the rim of his glasses.

“Are either of you familiar with the will?”

James and I look at each other and back at the lawyers. We both shake our heads. He opens the file and starts reading the will.

Lillian and Dexter has left everything to James and me. I get to keep the apartment, but the restaurants all over the world will be split between us. 

We’d had no idea they also owned stocks and bonds. 

Suddenly James and I are very, very rich!

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I can feel my face flush and I start to cry.

“Excuse me,” I gasp, and run to the bathroom.

I look at my red face in the mirror, turn on the cold water and splash it on my face and neck.

James is knocking on the door.

“Are you OK, Ewa?”

“Yes, just give me a minute. I’ll be right out.”

After a while I’m back in the office.

The lawyer continues.

“As you both understand, all this paperwork will take some time. Also, you will have to decide what to do with all these restaurants and properties. We will of course be at your disposal and help you with all the legal work.”

James looks at me and says, “I think we will just go home, and we will contact you when we are ready.”

On the way home all we can say is, “I can’t believe it! I just can’t believe it!” We keep saying the same words over and over, but it feels like a conversation.

James drops me off at my apartment. Yes, it is really my apartment now! I walk through the beautiful lobby. It has Italian white marble tiles on the floor and walls. There are mirrors on the ceiling and a uniformed doorman who always opens the door for you. He is also a security guard, keeping track of who comes and goes. I take the elevator up to the 15th floor. Inside the elevator the music is blasting my song, “Love Is in the Air.”

All alone in the elevator, I sing along with my arms stretched up towards the ceiling. “Fear is in the air, everywhere you go….”

When I get inside the apartment I go straight to the fireplace. On the mantel are two beautiful urns. They contain the remains of Lillian and Dexter. 

I have had the urns specially made by a local artist. She has made them in 24-carat gold and in the shape of a star. The star looks a lot like the one we used to have on top of the Christmas tree. The urns have sprinkles of tiny silver stars on them. 

We had the funeral one week ago and the crematory was packed with people.

I was feeling terribly depressed; I didn’t want to stick around or talk to anybody. I left after the ceremony and headed for home. I sat for hours on the balcony and stared at the ocean.

 When it got dark, I looked into the universe through the telescope.

Yes, I’m sure you are both up there among the stars. “Dancing with the Stars,” maybe?

I make a grimace.

The next month I had many meetings with James and the lawyers. There were many decisions that had to be made. We decided to sell most of the restaurants and some of the properties.

The restaurants in Miami, Fort Lauderdale, Las Vegas and Los Angeles were doing very well. They had excellent managers and staff, so we decided to keep them.

The Big Bang restaurant outside Las Vegas is one of my favorites. It’s built to resemble an underground missile site. To enter, everybody has to go through a security check, including a full body scan. Then, after giving your first name and Zodiac sign, you’ll get a visitor’s badge (in my case it would say, ‘Ewa-Taurus’).

The elevator will zip you down 50 meters at high speed. From the floor, warm air is blowing up, so you’d better hang on to your skirt, Marilyn Monroe style.

When you tumble out of the elevator a maître d’ dressed as an astronaut will seat you. 

The chairs are duplicates of the ones they have in the space shuttle cockpit, and you will not be served before you’re securely strapped in. 

Hanging from the ceilings are forks, knives and spoons and even dinner plates. Occasionally they will move up and down, to simulate that they’re floating in space. The walls are covered with electronic gadgets, flashing on and off.

The water mug is shaped like a rocket. It has a lid and when you remove it, you can see two miniature astronauts sitting in the lid. 

All glasses and dinnerware have your special Zodiac sign on them. The menu has Zodiac names, too.

I always start with their Scorpio Martini Twist, followed by Virgo Salad Mix, Taurus Chicken Roast and to top it all off, a Gemini Big Bang Ice Cream Bomb!

Lucky for me, I’m never on a diet.

This restaurant is famous for its birthday parties. In fact, it’s so in demand, they had to set a limit of three parties a night. The people who celebrate their birthday will get a special booth, made like a rocket cockpit. 

The party starts when white smoke comes up from the floor and all chairs start to tip backwards and vibrate, simulating engine start. The lights are dimmed and from the ceiling a large digital clock is lowered. Over the speakers you can hear a loud rumbling sound. 

The clock is now showing -00.00.00.10. It’s time for the rocket launch countdown.

“T minus ten-seconds and counting,” a voice booms over the speakers.

Everybody starts shouting.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six. We have main engine start. Five, four, three, two, one! We have liftoff!”

The chairs vibrate more violently to simulate the launch. There are screams from the people in the rocket booth, getting airborne. 

Now the clock is showing +00.00.00.05.

T plus mission elapsed time. Five-seconds after liftoff. The sound is overwhelming, the walls have flashing lights, the chairs vibrate, there’s smog all over, everybody is laughing and screaming. 

Then after a few seconds they reach the outer atmosphere and the chairs stop vibrating and tip forward. This will leave them hanging in the straps, giving them the feeling of being weightless for a few seconds. 

Finally it’s all over, the lights are dimmed and the astronaut waiters appear. They’re carrying a large birthday cake, with fire sparklers, everybody starts to sing “Happy Birthday.”

I’ll tell you, three times an evening with this madness can make anyone go crazy, but it sure is fun!

Even though I was keeping these restaurants, I liked my job at Star Gaze Airline. My days needed structure, and besides, I wanted a reason to keep traveling. They finally agreed to let me fly part time.

Hell, if they had refused, I could probably have bought the whole damn airline!


 

The chapter “Money From Heaven” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 10

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

September 11, 2001

Bermuda is struggling to get back on its feet in the days after hurricane Erin.

The L.F. Wade International Airport is still closed, but rumors are that it will open soon.

I have been in contact with my brother and Lillian, reassuring them both that I am fine.

Lillian and Dexter are in New York and planning to return to Fort Lauderdale tomorrow on September 12.

We are planning to spend some quality time together then. Lillian told me she wants to go to an art gallery in Miami, using an invitation to a vernissage on Saturday 15. 

A Norwegian artist, Eva Newermann, is having an exhibition of paintings from the Universe. Her paintings of Stars, Galaxies and Planets are right up their alley. Maybe Lillian will buy some of her paintings and hang them on the walls at some of their Big Bang restaurants. 

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James is coming, too. He is still painting whenever he has some spare time. Lillian bought two paintings from him, and one from me. They are now hanging in their restaurant in Palm Beach. 

Lillian also said she has a big surprise for James and me and we have to keep the days of September 16 to 23 open. She wouldn’t tell me more. 

What is she up to? 

Finally, the airport opens, at eight in the morning on September 11, and we take off for Miami.

The plane is packed with Americans looking forward to getting home and away from the nightmare of Erin.

Little did we know that we would enter another, even bigger, nightmare soon….

 We should be landing in Miami around 10:30 in the morning.

One hour into the flight, I’m serving a passenger who has a laptop next to him.

“Look at this!” he says, turning the laptop towards me.

I can’t believe my eyes. A plane has hit one of the Twin Towers in New York! I can see black smoke, flames and people running screaming through the streets. While I’m watching another plane hits the other Tower! I gasp and drop everything I’m holding. It takes all my willpower to walk, not run, to the cockpit.

When I open the door, the captain raises his arm. He is talking into the mike. The copilot, who looks very pale, is flying the plane.

From the cabin I can hear some people screaming.

The purser appears in the doorway.

“Listen, Ewa, something terrible has happened in New York. You have to go back in the cabin and calm down the passengers. I’ll talk to the captain and we will make an announcement of what is happening.”

Suddenly, it hits me.

Oh, my God, Lillian and Dexter! They are in New York. They have their office in one of the Towers. I have to call and see if they are OK, but first I have to take care of the passengers.

Everybody is upset and some are crying. They probably have friends or relatives in New York, too.

I can hear the purser over the speaker.

“This is your purser. Please sit down. I have a very important message for you. Please try to stay calm, and I will tell you what we know so far.”

By now the cabin has gone very quiet and everybody is listening intensely.

“The captain has informed me that two planes have hit the Twin Towers in New York. At this early time we do not want to speculate. 

“The captain’s order is to land as soon as possible. We will land in Miami in about one hour. So the crew will now clear the cabin for landing. 

“Please stay calm and let the crew do their job. After landing I’m sure we will know more about what has happened in New York. Also, please don’t use your cell phones or laptops.”

I was already in the lavatory trying to use my cell phone.

No signal.

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It is the most stressful hour I’ve ever spent in the air. Everybody is asking questions I cant answer. Their eyes are large with fear and grief, pleadingly asking me to help them.

We all agree it has to do with terrorism. What else could it be?

Flying would never be the same.

When we get off the plane, the airport looks like a war zone. Everybody is running around looking scared. Some are watching the big TV screens, showing the Twin Tower scenario. Many people are crying, even men. I am still trying to call Lillian, but I cant get through.

 I call my brother and leave a message for him to call me back.

Driving north on I-95, I notice there are unusually few cars on the freeway.

I have the radio on, listening to the reporter from New York. Nearly one and a half hours after the impact, the Twin Towers are burning furiously. He can see people jumping out of the windows to their deaths. In the streets there are people running covered with blood and soot.

The reporter says that a third plane has hit the Pentagon, in Arlington, Virginia.

Suddenly my cell phone rings. It’s James. I turn down the radio.

“James! I’m on my way home. Have you heard anything from Lillian or Dexter?”

“No, all the lines are down. This is just terrible, it’s a madhouse here at work, so I’m going home. Irene is very upset too. Why don’t you stop at our place, so we can talk?”

“OK, see you soon.”

James now lives in Hollywood. Hollywood, Florida, not California. He married very young, only 20 years old, his high school sweetheart, Irene. They have a beautiful house on the beach. He works part time and studies astronomy at the University. Irene is in medical research. They are expecting their first baby in two months. I’m going to be an aunt!

James and I arrive at the same time. We hug and I start to cry. 

“I’m so worried about Lillian and Dexter.” Now I’m crying uncontrollably. 

Should I tell him that I have killed Sunny? 

I feel so upset and exhausted I can’t think straight.

Should I tell him? What if he thinks I am crazy? 

My head feels as if it’s going to explode. 

Your sins will find you out. Your sins will always find you out.

The words are spinning in my head. Is this some kind of punishment for being bad? 

No! No! I’m not bad! It’s those ugly, brown-eyed people who are bad. Sunny was evil, and he got what he deserved. 

I’d better not tell James anything. He has a pregnant wife and a nice home. Why should I burden him with my problems?

I try drying my eyes with a handkerchief.

“How can we find out anything about Lillian and Dexter?” I look up at James and there are tears in his eyes, too. 

He looks down at me. “I will try calling somebody and see if we can get it confirmed that they were at their office in the Tower.”

We start walking towards the house.

Inside we find Irene, looking pale and watching TV. Next to her, on the sofa, is some pink yarn. She is knitting a small jacket.

Oh, it’s going to be a girl!

“I’m so sorry to hear about Lillian and Dexter,” she says, “but we really don’t know anything yet. The only information we get is from the TV. They just said that a fourth plane has crashed into a field.”

We all sit down and just watch in horror, not really believing what we are seeing on the screen.

Later, much later, we learn that Lillian and Dexter are among the nearly 3,000 casualties. There are 6,000 injured. Not to mention all the people who will forever be affected by this terrible event.


 

The chapter “September 11, 2001” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Drone Image: Unused Stone Bridge

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EnglishMy talented daughter Line Newermann has captured this image showing an unused stone bridge in Norway. Most old bridges in Norway cross rivers and are constructed out of stone with beautiful arches, some are left alone and hidden away when new modern bridges are created.


Norwegian2Min datter Line Newermann, har tatt et bilde av en gammel ubrukt stein bro her i Norge. De fleste gamle broene var laget av stein med fine buer. Broene blir noen ganger ikke ødelagt når nye moderne broer er laget men kan finnes hvis man leter litt.

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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 9

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Sunny Gets What He Deserves

After picking up my rental, I still have one hour before my meeting with Sunny. I park the car in the back of the shack and go inside. There is plywood and some rocks on the floor. I pick up a heavy rock. Yes, this will do. I’ll smash his ugly head.

The wind is really strong now and it has started raining.

I’m wearing my dark wig and some red gloves. My blazer is red too, so the gloves don’t look out of place. 

I sit down on a concrete wall and wait for the crackbrain Sunny to show.

He finally comes stumbling through the door, 15 minutes late. It’s obvious he’s high as a kite already.

“Hey, mon,” he says, with his slurry voice, “it’s raining cats and dogs out there. So you are my little new courier to the mainland?”

More like your burier, moron.

“Could be,” I say, “but we have a lot to discuss. First things first. Do you have some goodies for me?” 

I wave a hundred-dollar bill in front of his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, sure do, baby.” He plummets down next to me while he is taking a plastic bag out of his pocket.

“I got some real good stuff. Just try one of these babies and you will feel like you are on top of the world.” He gives me a little bag containing some pink pills.

“You know what?” I say. “I think I’ll take one right now, just to celebrate this meeting.”

I open my bag and take out the two wine bottles.

“Why don’t you join me?” I say, and hand him a pill and the red wine.

“My, oh my!” He’s laughing. The bottle nearly disappears in his huge hands. “This is the teeny-weeny bottle they serve you on the planes. It’s hardly enough to quench the thirst of a grown man.” He starts unscrewing the red cap. 

“Well, you just have to suffer,” I say, pretending to put a pill in my mouth. I take a swig of my white wine while he is watching. 

“Better than Devil’s piss.” I say.

He shrugs, pops the pink pill in his mouth and then starts drinking his wine, and before you can spell R-O-H-Y-P-N-O-L, it’s all gone.

We are sitting and making small talk. I’m looking into his gritty, ugly brown eyes. 

There is some kind of peace inside me now. Finally, I’m going to get my revenge after all these years.

Slowly he starts tipping over.

“Hey, Sunny, don’t you pass out on me yet!”

I’m on my knees, my face close to his. He is breathing heavily, it looks as if he’s paralyzed.

“Listen, you son of a bitch,” I whisper into his ear, “this is payback for raping me when I was ten years old.”

I put my hands on his head and start to shake it. His eyes are open and I can see a flicker of light.

“Remember back in Little Haiti, where you killed my parents and raped me while my cat was watching!” I’m screaming now.

He is trying to say something but it is all a gurgle, and he starts to vomit.

Good, I hope you choke on your own puke!

I pick up a large rock and hold it in front of his face.

“See this rock? I’m going to smash your sick head with it!”

I hope he still can hear me.

Lifting the rock high over my head and with all the rage, fury and hate inside me, I plunge it into his skull.

There is a cracking noise and blood splatters around him and on me. 

Oh crap!

I’m breathing hard, my nerves raging like the wind tearing the palm trees apart outside. Suddenly it feels as if a low-voltage current is going up and down my spine. It doesn’t hurt. I roll over on my back and stretch my arms out, while I’m staring wide-eyed up at the ceiling –it feels good my body shakes into a dark, strange sensation I’ve never felt before. It’s like I’m being electrocuted from the inside, spinning into an erotic sexual fantasy world. 

I collapse next to him, staring at him, for what seems like forever. 

Will I ever see a brown-eyed man and not remember these dead, dark eyes?

Finally, I can relax. Sunny looks like something out of a bad horror movie, and he is definitely dead. 

This could look like a mugging though, so I empty all his pockets and take his watch. He has a gold chain around his neck and I rip it off.

Then all the plywood goes on top of him, so he is completely covered.

I remove my jacket and slacks and get into my jumpsuit. I’ll change the shoes in the car. Wine bottles, wig, shoes, gloves and clothes will be thrown in different trash bins on my way back to the hotel.

I have stopped shaking now, and feel happy. No regrets. Just damn happy!

The next day, on September 5, 2001, the hurricane Erin hits Bermuda and the impact is devastating. 

As far as I know, Sunny was never found.

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The chapter “Sunny Gets What He Deserves” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Ewa Lowe: Chapter 8

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

Sunny: Killer and Rapist

Thank heaven Sunny was no Einstein. He had left his DNA and prints all over the house. It took the police only a short time before he was arrested. His rap sheet was as long as from here to the Moon. It was mostly car thefts and misdemeanors.

Born in Bermuda, he came to the U.S. as a teen. He joined one of the local criminal gangs. They went by the cute name “Piss on You,” which they all had tattooed in red from the navel down.

He told the police he had kicked our dog out of the house. Later we learned Killer had been hit by a car and killed.

After he was arrested everything went wrong. Sunny got a brilliant young lawyer.  

He used all the tricks in the book to get his client off easy. It must have been a mock court. To make a long story short, after two years in and out of court, Sunny was sentenced to only 12 years in prison. When he had served his sentence he was deported to Bermuda.

 I kept close tabs on him all this time. 

He was not getting away that easy.

James and I are now living with Lillian and Dexter, on Galt Ocean Drive, Fort Lauderdale, Florida. 

We had been in therapy for years. My brother and I did as well as could be expected after the traumatic event. We had made a pact: if we ever were in any danger and couldn’t speak freely, we would use the names Evita and Jimmy for ourselves. That would raise a “red flag,” alerting that something was very, very wrong.

Lillian was a wonderful person. She reminded me so much of my mom. The only sad thing, she had gatophobia, a fear of cats, so I had to find a new home for Pussy Galore.

I was still mad and unhappy. Sunny had to get what he deserved. 

Every night I would lie in my bed fantasizing how to kill him.

I’ve had many years to plan Sunny’s death. Still, I didn’t know how I’d do it. I only knew he should suffer, and that before his last breath he should know who I am.

I had been keeping track of him in Bermuda. He was now a drug dealer living in a shack in the capital city Hamilton. When I started working for Star Gaze Airline we also had layovers in Hamilton.

Flying to Bermuda four times already, I had been very busy. Every time I was in Hamilton, I would put on my dark wig and some shabby clothes, then I would drive to the area where Sunny was working. 

I had befriended a prostitute named Venus. She was heavily into drugs and was one of Sunny’s best customers.

I pretended I was a user, too, so Venus would get me drugs. That way I avoided meeting Sunny face to face.

Last time I saw Venus she told me Sunny was looking for a courier for the mainland. I told her I might be interested because I was deeply in debt and was getting desperate. I told her my lie with tears in my eyes.

“Give me Sunny’s phone number and tell him I will call him. I’m going back to Miami tomorrow but maybe next time I can talk to him.”

Venus promised to deliver the message.

I went back to the car and drove around for an hour. I was looking for an abandoned house or some remote place where I could lure Sunny to meet me later.

Finally I found a shack not far from his house.

It was an abandoned house close to the beach, nobody was living next to it. Outside there was a sign in red and white saying, ‘Beer and Liquor,’ so it probably had been a shop.

Farther down on Front Street, there was a Rent-a-Boat company. It should be easy enough for me to explain to Sunny where to meet.

I also have to figure out how I am going to kill him. He was a hefty guy. How would I immobilize him? Of course, getting caught was not an option, so I had to have a good plan.

If it was up to me I would like to knock his block off with a sledgehammer!

Cut his dick off and feed it to the fishes!

I could make him an invalid and bedridden for life.

Gouge his eyes out.

Drive over him with a car, the way my dog, Killer, died.

I could slit his throat, like he did with my parents.

The list goes on and on. Nothing is good enough for that son of a bitch (pardon my French).

After returning my rental, I was very exhausted. 

There was a bar close to the hotel, and a drink was just what this doctor ordered.

“Give me the craziest, weirdest drink you’ve got,” I say to the bartender, and jump onto one of the high chairs.

“Oh, mon, you be very difficult customer,” he says in his unique Bermudian accent.

He disappears through the back door and I can hear some yelling and screaming. Finally he returns with a big grin on his face. In a small glass are two cockroaches crawling. He takes a whiskey bottle and water bottle and pours both simultaneously into the glass.

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“Now see, that is an unusual drink for you, blond flicka,” he says loudly.

The other guy in the back, a young boy, is staring big-eyed at us.

I pick up the glass, the bartender and the boy start yelling: “No! No! No!

“Yes, Yes, Yes!” I’m laughing, and my lower lip just touches the rim of the glass. I put the glass down.

“OK, OK, ten points to you. Just give me a Cuba Libre, easy on the Coke!” I put my elbows on the bar disk, cupping my head in my hands.

The bartender takes the cockroaches glass and gives it to the boy. He disappears fast. 

I feel pretty good when I leave the bar with the amusing name, Robin Hood. Is the bartender giving free drinks to the poor?

I’m dreaming that the phone is ringing and I’m hitting it over Sunny’s head to make it stop.

Suddenly I’m awake, the phone is ringing.

“Yes, and what time is it?”

“Sorry to wake you this early, Ewa, it’s seven.” I hear the familiar voice of the captain.

“We have a problem. There is a storm coming in fast. It’s already a tropical storm named Erin and it will be a hurricane soon. So it looks like we’ll not be able to go back to Miami today. I will keep you posted, but if you don’t hear anything from me by noon, we’re stuck here.”

I look out the window. The palm trees are swaying and I can see clouds building up on the horizon.

On TV the weather channel is showing the predicted path of the hurricane, and it’s coming straight at us. They are telling us it will make a direct hit in two or three days.

The hurricanes are rated from one to five, five being the strongest. Erin could become a three or four, something very devastating for Bermuda. Most of the houses are not built to withstand strong winds. The hotel, on the other hand, is built solid and should be safe enough.

Outside there is debris starting to fly all over the place.

The anchor on TV has been telling everybody to stock up on food and water for days now. The stores are already getting low on bottled water.

I go back to bed and lie staring up at the ceiling.

Could this be a sign showing me how to kill Sunny?

If I could meet him in the abandoned house on Front Street, the one with the Beer and Liquor sign, then, immobilize him, I could kill him in a way that would look like an accident. Maybe it would look like the hurricane was the killer? A hurricane, category three or four, would destroy everything around here and he probably wouldn’t be found for a long time, if ever.

My head is spinning.

I always have my Rohypnol pills with me. If I put some in a wine bottle, and he drinks it, he will collapse soon after.

It is midday and there is still no call from the captain.

I call the prostitute Venus. I‘ve told her my name is Nikita. 

The cell phone I’m using I’ll throw away later, so no one can trace my calls.

Yes, Sunny was around and yes, she had told him I would call, one of these days.

When dialing Sunny’s number, my hand is shaking.

After five or six rings he answers.

“Hey, Sunny,” I say, “this is Nikita, a friend of Venus’.”

“Oh, yeah, she mentioned you,” his voice is still a little high-pitched, the way I remembered.

“Well,” I say, “maybe we can get together and talk some business? But it has to be before the hurricane hits. What about tomorrow?”

“Sure,” he says. “Do you know your way around here?”

“Yes, I have a car, but I don’t want to meet in a public place. Do you know the Rent-a-Boat place on Front Street? Right down the street from it is an abandoned house, with a Beer and Liquor sign. Can we meet there at 12 o’clock? And please bring some goodies. My nerves need something before the hurricane hits.”

He coughs, laughs and agrees. We hang up.

My whole body is shaking and I open a small bottle of wine. I don’t bother with a glass, but drink it straight down. Then I go back to bed and sleep for three hours.

I order room service and call the car rental. They tell me I really shouldn’t be driving in the storm, but I tell them I have to visit a very sick friend.

Well, at least “sick” is true.

In the evening the whole crew has dinner together in the hotel.

They all talk about hurricane Erin. All I can think of is the bastard Sunny. I excuse myself and leave early.

I have a restless night. So do the palm trees outside. The howling winds are accelerating by the minute. 

On TV the next morning they have upgraded Erin to a category three hurricane, and it’s still heading straight for us.

I find my stash of small wine bottles; two red and one white.

They never check our bags when we go through security and it’s common knowledge that the crew takes some bottles of wine and liquor whenever we leave a flight.

The wine bottles have screw corks and I open one of the red ones.

How many Rohypnol tablets should I put in it? I have read many stories in the newspapers about how girls have their drinks spiked and get raped not remembering a thing, but they never say how many tablets it takes.

I put six tablets into the bottle. I sure hope Sunny is very, very thirsty.

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I put the bottle together with a white wine bottle in a bag, followed by a jumpsuit, shoes, socks, gloves and my wig.

Did I forget something? Oh, yes, a large knife in case I have to stab him to death, for good measure!

I feel that the storm outside is now inside me.


 

The chapter “Sunny: Killer and Rapist” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books

Planet of the Month: Saturn

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Saturn

Saturn – Acrylic painting by Eva Newermann

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Saturn is the second largest planet in our Solar System and is about 800 times larger than Earth.

Saturn takes approximately 29.5 years to orbit our Sun. Currently, there have been 62 moons found around Saturn.

Saturn has the second largest moon in our solar system. It’s called Titan. 

Titan is the only object in space other than Earth where clear evidence of stable bodies of surface liquid has been found.

 

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Saturn er den nest største planeten i vårt solsystem, og er omtrent 800 ganger større enn Jorda.

Saturn bruker omtrent 29.5 år på runden rundt Sola. Det er foreløpig funnet 62 måner rundt Saturn.

Saturn har den nest største månen i solsystemet vårt. Den heter Titan. 

Det er den eneste månen i solsystemet som har en atmosfære med skyer og regn.

 

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Ewa Lowe: Chapter 7

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The chapter below is from the sci-fi, triller book Fear is in the Air by Eva Newermann


 

September 13, 1988

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It’s a Tuesday. My younger brother, James and I are coming home from school. I’m ten years old and he is eight. We are both excited because Daddy is going to be home today. He has been away on a business trip, we haven’t seen him for two weeks.

I feel something is wrong when I open the door. No Killer welcoming us home, no delicious smells or Mom calling out from the kitchen.

“Mommy? Daddy?” I call out.

“Mommy! Daddy!” I hear a high-pitched voice mimicking me, suddenly a huge black man appears and slaps duct tape over my mouth. A large black garbage bag is pulled over my head and body. He uses duct tape to wrap me up like a package.

James is screaming; “Let her go! Let her go!”

I am thrown on the sofa. I can hear James is getting the same treatment as me.

Trying to get up, I roll off the sofa and hit the floor hard. I can hear a door slam. Then footsteps back to me.

He lifts me up and I’m carried upstairs and tossed on the bed. I hear heavy breathing. Scissors start to cut the plastic away from my face.

I ‘m crying, scared to death.

His big, nearly black eyes are staring into mine. The sweat from his face is dripping down onto my face, mixing with my tears

He reaches out and I hear a zipper noise. Next to the bed on a chair is Pussy Galore in her pet carrier. He has opened the carrier and is dragging her out.

“Stop crying. I am going to hurt you,” he says with a grin. Pussy Galore is hissing and fighting to get loose.

I cry even harder.

“OK,” he says, “do you love your cat?” Now he is dangling her in front of my eyes. 

“If you are not a good little girl and do exactly as I say, I will strangle your cat.” 

He takes the other hand and puts it around Pussy’s neck. She lets out a low cry and tries to struggle away from his grip.

I draw a deep breath and stop crying.

“That’s better, now I will put your little sweetheart in her cage so you can see her all the time.”

My eyes are glued to Pussy Galore. My body is rigid and I have wet myself.

He takes the scissors and continues to cut open the plastic.

Oh, God, please don’t let him kill my cat! Oh, God, what is he going to do? Why don’t Mommy and Daddy help me?

Now he’s ripping off my panties and spreading my legs. My eyes are still glued to Pussy Galore.

Suddenly I feel a terrible pain, I turn my head back to him, the last thing I see is his big, ugly brown eyes. 

Then everything goes mercifully black.

I wake up and it’s dark outside. I try to move but it hurts. I look down and see blood. I still have duct tape over my mouth. I rip it off and scream. Pussy Galore, trapped in her cage, meows loudly.

Finally I manage to get my feet on the floor and I reach out and open the cage. She jumps out and runs out the door. 

I’m in my parents’ bedroom. “Mommy! Mommy!” I’m crying.

I hear a banging noise. The noise is coming from the closet underneath the stairs. 

Later – It seems like forever – I manage to get downstairs.

When I open the closet door, I see James in a black trash bag with duct tape all around it. There is an opening for his eyes. He’s crying and gulping for air. I drag him out into the hallway.

“I will help you. I will help you,” I repeat, over and over again, while I try to get the bag off him.

Finally, I manage to get his head free and I pull the duct tape off his mouth. He is screaming at the top of his lungs, “Mommy!”

I’m shaking all over but manage to stagger into the kitchen. Mom and Dad are lying in a pool of blood. Their throats are cut. I start shaking even more uncontrollably and run out of the house screaming. 

Inside my head a nursery rhyme is howling.

Lizzie Borden took an axe

and gave her mother 40 whacks.

When she saw what she had done

She gave her father 41.

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A woman walking her dog catches me just before I faint.


 

The chapter “September 13, 1988” is from the book “Fear is in the Air” by Eva Newermann. Available on Amazon Kindle and Apple Books