STRIP OF LIGHT

He noticed it the third night. In the past two weeks he had got into a habit of going out for a drink at nine and not returning till one or two pm. Worse for drink he’d stagger up the stairs and along the corridor. The first few nights he hadn’t noticed in the gloom of the passage. Then on the third night he saw the yellow light under the door of room seven. Over the following nights it was always there, that warm yellow strip.
He drank because he was alone. He went to the pub for company. He’d not always been alone. A broken relationship

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Verlag: BookRix GmbH & Co. KG

Texte: alastair macleod
Bildmaterialien: alastair macleod;"motor yacht"purchased from dreamstime royalty free photos
Lektorat: alastair macleod
Übersetzung: title typeset in timelike
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 23.12.2012
ISBN: 978-3-7309-0688-0

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first published 2005 in the short story collection"Strip of Light"