Hanne Berg - Thu, 01/19/2017 - 8:43am
It was a fine morning, as usual. The sun was still low enough not causethe usual blistering Arizona heat.
Hanne Berg - Wed, 01/18/2017 - 8:27am
Exuding his aire of administrative efficiency, Dwight opened the four folders on the desk in front of Hanne.
Hanne Berg - Tue, 01/10/2017 - 11:42am
Hanne was back at the window In truth she had been there most of the afternoon. As the sun drifted into late afternoon and on into evening, and as Hanne’s cup of tea was now clay cold,
Hanne Berg - Tue, 01/03/2017 - 2:48pm
“Not his face !! “
Dwight looked up from his initial appraisal of the boy and cast a puzzled glance.
Hanne Berg - Tue, 08/16/2016 - 11:08am
"You see, 'like' isn't a word I would use to describe Mr. Spivey..." Fat Eric mopped his sweaty brow with the white linen serviette.
They had chatted over dinner for more than two hours. Dwight was feeling stuffed. Fat Eric had put away enough food to keep The New Flagstaff Orphanage going for a week. Dwight Frye considered his host as they ate. The dining room was as ornate as the study. The beefcake servants had kept them, well more so Fat Eric, supplied with food while the poncing military fairy of a butler fussed over their wine and latterly the coffee
Hanne Berg - Sun, 08/14/2016 - 10:36am
The sun was decending in the reddening sky, almost kissing the near distant hilltops as Dwight turned off the main road and into the cul-de-sac.
Half way along the cul-de-sac, he brought his car to a smooth halt in front of the high black cast iron gates. He pulled the handbrake on with a rasp of the ratchet and wound down his door window. He was not at all surprised to find himself looking at the double circle of the business end of a sawn-off shotgun. He pushed the round rims of his spectacles up his nose a little and smiled at the barrels.
Hanne Berg - Sun, 08/07/2016 - 8:29am
The phone the table had actually rang four times before Hanne snapped out of her thoughts and finally answered it.
"Hallo ?" She enquired and instantly recognised the high camp voice at the other end.
" Miss Berg, Miss Berg, Miss Berg ! I heared you were returning to work and I just couldn't resist giving you a little 'welcome back' tinkle.. How are you, dearie? "
" Fat Eric... " Hanne smiled to herself, " It seems one cannot sneeze without you saying 'gesundheit' for me. I am fine, thank you for asking. And you ?"
Hanne Berg - Fri, 08/05/2016 - 3:49pm
Hanne climbed the last stair and crossed the second floor landing. She paused a moment as her hand rested on the door handle.
The familiar brass plate in front of her smelled of Brass Cleaner and shone brightly even in the darkened stairwell. The dark letters embossed into the metal spelled out " The Ranyhyn Company" clearly.
Hanne Berg - Mon, 11/17/2014 - 12:28pm
Hanne Berg drove her interceptor south,she eased her foot off the accelerator pedal, after all there was no rush.
Hanne Berg - Thu, 08/07/2014 - 9:23am
Hanne Berg sat on the stool at the end of the bar in Trader Flats. She rotated the half full glass of now well-past-room-temperature beer once more on its place mat. Hanne hated waiting around in bars, a woman alone in a bar is attracts all manner of low-life and no-hoper men wanting to 'buy her a drink'.
Hanne smirked to herself. At least she had inherited her fathers cold steel nordic eyes. Her well practiced cold-stare could stop even the most ardent bar-pest in his tracks.