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Today we jump back in time (relative to the two previous snippets). This snippet is from the first chapter of Melker’s novella were Melker is meeting his new landlord for the second time. Before this snippet, Melker mentions that his new landlord has some odd titles in his bookcase. Like ‘Do it yourself; Amputation’, ‘Witch hunts across the ages’ and ‘Conspiracy theories’.
I poked Mr. Kross’ glove-clad hand with my foot, I still didn’t get a reaction.
A chill rushed down my spine, was he dead? I squatted down next to the arm and leaned down to glance under the bed. I could see a shoulder, a leg and Mr. Kross’ mop of blue-greyish hair, an odd natural color for a human. The arm hadn’t been amputated. I let go of a deep breath and placed two of my fingers on his arm, it felt cold.
Nervously licking my lips I moved my fingers across his skin, down towards his wrist, to check for a pulse. It’s a crummy way to do it, but the only way available to me if I didn’t pull him out from under the bed.
I didn’t get a chance to put my fingers beneath the edge of his black leather glove before I heard a low rumble and the arm disappeared under the bed. “Mr. Kross?”