Chapter Fourteen: Robert looked like he needed an ambulance but managed to pull her through the lobby of his building. Outside, the heat hit them in a wave of pressure that instantly made her head throb. Her face ached and her throat was raw from the vomiting, but the pain kept her lucid.  She could… Continue reading →

Chapter Thirteen:  Robert stared at the girl with wild eyes.  It had happened. It was done.  He had done it.  He thought he was about to have a heart attack.  His wrist ached from the shock of hitting the man… Bills… From hitting Bills over the head with his two-hundred dollar bottle of Old Rip… Continue reading →

Chapter Twelve: Quinn felt like she was in a dream. The traffic beside them stopped and started, and the smell of exhaust and burning oil filled her nostrils. After a while they were walking beside a road that had another road above it. The sound was tremendous, echoing off the various ramps and bridges. It… Continue reading →

Chapter Eleven: Robert nearly spat his coffee out onto the table when the man uttered Misaki’s name. The tattoos told him all he needed to know and his fear regarding the situation was multiplying by the second. Did Takami know that Misaki had Yakuza connections? Had the impeccable man made a gross mistake? The man… Continue reading →

Chapter Ten: The streets were clogged with people when she finally left the hotel – far more than she could have imagined. Shibuya was a sea of colour and hair and determination. Quinn slipped in behind a businessman who was walking with such effort that she wasn’t sure she could keep up. Her legs always… Continue reading →

Chapter Nine: Quinn woke with a splitting headache and proceeded to drink a litre of water from a filtered bottle while she showered. She washed her hair, running her fingers through the shoulder-length mass like a comb. The water was hot and soothing, but a warning by the door reminded her that she shouldn’t drink… Continue reading →

Chapter Eight: Misaki left early the next morning after making love with Robert. He could tell that she was overwhelmed by the loft. It was a beautifully modern design largely dominated by white surfaces with pristine wooden highlights. The bedroom was on a mezzanine balcony that sat over the main living space and a window… Continue reading →

Chapter Seven: The girl was out. One moment she was there, unsure, watching him with increasing incredulity – the next she seemed to just fold in on herself. Robert caught her as she tumbled, her body waif-like and limp. He lifted her onto the small bench seat and checked her pulse at her neck before… Continue reading →

Chapter Six: The exhibition opening was announced in Japanese before being repeated in English. After that, a brief interview was conducted by a selection of press officials with the Museum Director, where they discussed the long process of bringing Robert Chaff’s newest body of work to the public. Some general comments were made about the… Continue reading →