The Friendship Trap

Published by CUSTOM BOOK PUBLICATIONS Noveletta Imprint When the knock comes at the door, it's a kind of relief. Mr. Cool opens the door and in walks trouble. A short, weedy Asian guy, about fifty, if I'm any good at judging age. He glances round the room, his eyes never resting on anything for more than a second. Taking it all in. He looks so frail that a puff of wind would blow him away. Yet he carries with him the kind of power that leaves a chill in the air, even after he's passed by. His face is heavily lined from nose to mouth with cold eyes couched in the deep folds of his lids. His skin is yellow, like he never goes outside. I've stopped trying to get my bearings and I'm staring. Staring at the Face of Fear. This is what Jessica and I were running from, in my dream.