One Way to Bangkok E-Book

Christina Neth

• Herausgeber: Books on Demand
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 30

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2016

Beschreibung

When Cindy, a young London-based marketing specialist, boards a plane to visit her Australian relatives, she has no idea what destiny has in store for her instead... "One Way to Bangkok" is an entertaining and gripping little story that quickly carries the reader off to another world – exactly the kind of reading matter that helps to make time pass pleasantly in the waiting room.

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Tom blinked helplessly. He strained his eyes to penetrate the surrounding darkness and make out where he was. While he was waiting for his eyes to adapt to the lack of light, he heard a faint sound, like that of water lapping against shore. Very, very quietly. Then a third sensation struck him: It was cold, terribly, deadly cold! How could he have blotted this merciless cold out for so long? The ground on which he was sitting emanated temperatures that made him think of the North Pole. An impulse to stand up and run away was, however, wrestled down by his ratio reminding him of the fact that the solid ground beneath him must end somewhere and give way to water. By no means did he want to fall, so for the moment he put up with sitting still until he could see again. After what seemed to him enough time to create a whole new world, he could slowly recognise what lay around him. In the weak light of the stars above him, he finally saw the waves he had heard before. He had not known they were so close. The white ice under him ended abruptly around him and gave way to a silent, lonely ocean stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. There was no escape. He was stuck on this tiny icy island. His only comfort was that he was not in the water. Anything was better than to be swallowed by the deep, dark water around him. The thought alone brought drops of fear-sweat to his forehead. He would not complain about his miserable situation as long as he could aimlessly float on this little ice floe. "Oh, God, please don't let it melt!" he thought. Perhaps the cold was not that bad after all. He would patiently endure it. Maybe things would look better after sunrise. Yes, he would try to calm down and wait for the new day. He scanned the horizon for signs of it. As if a benevolent natural spirit had read his thoughts, one part of the sky indeed started to look brighter than the rest. Tom concentrated on this spot and was delighted to observe that the light became continuously stronger. What spoiled his discovery, however, was the undeniable fact the the colour was just not right. Instead of a rosy sheen, it had a cold whitish tone that could only announce the arrival of Earth's satellite on this side of the planet. After a while, Tom's fear was confirmed: It was in fact the moon, and he would have to wait many more weary hours. He sighed and told himself to breathe deeply and get this overwhelming anxiety out of his head.