Day 12  Fatal Meeting /absurdist comedy/ Who knew that writers could be so dangerous? The hunger didn’t block the flow of my brain activity. On the contrary, it switched on my wit, making my neurons work with increased speed, at full power. It seemed strange that Hamilton had promised the post of cookContinue Reading

/absurdist comedy/ Day 6 The Terrace  The last suspect on my list was the glorious Mrs. Vegas, but I decided to let things slide because: a) I found my real Sobekneferu-queen, b) my job as a private investigator was done, and c) I had to rush back to secure my money. IContinue Reading