Rippling rivers of light. Street lanterns reflected in shiny paintwork. A familiar click, the car locking shut. The softly fading rumble of an engine cooling off. Standing beside the…
She looks around the room where they will have breakfast the next morning, amazed by the gilt-framed paintings of scarcely clad women on the pinkish-purple walls. In one corner,…
https://extraextramagazine.com/wp-content/uploads/2020/05/1-KARIN-AMATMOEKRIM-no13.mp3 She wasn’t lonely. That wasn’t why she did it. It was the heat, instead, as well as the dirt of the city accumulating in the…
I’ve come at the most expensive hotel in the city for a massage. In the spacious dressing room I find my bathrobe and a pair of slippers, both wrapped…
The balding guy at the counter speaks English. Of course he does, I suspect I’m the first Dutch guest in a very long time. I reply in English, ‘Yes,…