Indeterminate Gloom E-Book

Angel Rupert

• Herausgeber: Bentockiz
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

Beschreibung

Certain individuals possess the ability to spot subtle features, features invisible to most people, in a given environment. Such abilities exist for rural settings, where one so blessed might spot a far-off spring in the woods, or a bounty of wild grapes buried deep in a thicket, as well as for urban domains. The off-the-beaten-track boutiques, cafes, used-book shops, and discount basements that most locals labeled as the real charm of this manageable city were totally invisible, he’d have to meticulously document the name and address of the place to ever find it again.

Leseprobe

Title Page

Indeterminate Gloom

Unjustified Changes

Angel Rupert

Indeterminate Gloom / 1st of series: Unjustified Changes / By Angel Rupert

Published 2023 by Bentockiz

e-book Imprint: Uniochlors

e-book Registration: Stockholm, Sweden

e-book ISBN: 9789198847000

e-book editing: Athens, Greece

Cover Images created via AI art generators

Table of Contents

Title Page

Introduction

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Introduction

Through books we come into contact with everything important that has happened in the past, analyzing also current events and putting our thoughts together to predict the future. The book is a window to the world, acquiring valuable knowledge and sparking our vivid imagination. It is a means of entertainment and is generally seen as a best friend, or as a slave that carries together all valuable information for us. The book is a friend who stays together without demands, a friend you call upon at every moment and abandon when you want.

It accompanies us in the hours of boredom and loneliness, while at the same time it entertains us. In general, a book does not ask anything from us, while it waits patiently on a dusty shelf to give us its information, to get us out of dead ends and to travel us to magical worlds.

This may be the travel mission of our books. Abstract narration, weird or unconscious thoughts difficult to be understood, but always genuine and full of life experiences, these are stories of life that can’t be overlooked easily.

This may be the start of something amazing.

Chapter One

“I think he was a brain-dead bloated parody of himself and should’ve died fifteen years ago while he still had his looks and his moves and some shred of dignity.” The handsome early-thirties broker in his hand-tailored pearl-gray suit and Italian-made wingtips gave a self-satisfied nod before taking a sip on his vodka-tonic and glancing across the room.

With that slight turn of his head, Allison could see that his stylist cut sandy hair was just starting to thin above his temples.

The broker turned back to her and asked, “So what do you think?”

Ann’s studio apartment with no air conditioning or cross-ventilation had been warm before the guests had started arriving. Now, with the small room jammed and people overflowing out into the entry hall and foyer of the ground-floor apartment, the temperature of the room and the tone of the conversation were both growing warmer by the minute.

Allison smiled shyly up at the broker as she leaned away from his close proximity while somewhat trapped here, seated on the stool backed by the kitchen counter and surrounded on all other sides by standing guests. She wasn’t sure if she should be flattered or frightened by the aggressive attentions of this married man nearly twice her age. She quickly glanced around for Zach but couldn’t see him anywhere in the crowd.

She suddenly grew annoyed with her heavy reliance on Zach and her fear and uncertainty in the face of this stranger’s friendliness. She’d surely misread his intentions, a misunderstanding that arose from her overly active imagination combined with the sense of culture shock at landing in this crowded party in this crowded city after descending on Zach’s sister’s apartment in Boston in the wee hours of this morning following a marathon dash from Wyoming via the Trans-Canadian highway, over twenty-five hundred miles in under three days with but one overnight stop in Lake of the Woods, Ontario. On top of that, in the few hours between their exhausted arrival and dawn light, their truck parked on the street had been broken into and their eight-track tape player and tapes, and some semi-precious stones—that her grandfather had found in the Wyoming hills and polished, and her grandmother had given her just before they’d left Wyoming—had been stolen. Under the circumstances, she could forgive her misinterpretations.

More to the current point, she could and should welcome this man’s attentions as well-meaning and kind. “I never cared for his music but always loved the way he moved.” The smile she offered up to the broker struck a perfect coquettish balance between innocence and coy suggestiveness, though she was aware of neither aspect. It was just her smile.

The broker laughed. “You mean his unh-unh on stage?” he asked as he thrust his hips and groin back and forth several times until he bumped into the arm of a nearby dancer clad in a flowing diaphanous lavender dress and caused her to spill her drink. “Sorry,” he muttered to the dancer as he quickly stilled his undulating middle parts.

“No problem,” the dancer said. “Help cool me off.”

Allison laughed at her hapless new friend and his accident. “That’s not what I meant at all,” she said. “I hated watching him in concert, even before he grew fat and sweaty. If I wanted to see a bull humping, I could go to Zach’s farm. I meant in his movies. He couldn’t act worth a toot, but he could move with the best kind of ease.”