Short Story Selections

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James By the time winter came, more people had come to the community from all over the world. Six months had gone by, and there was much more for us to concern ourselves with. The city was much more busy. Maisie and I were at dinner in the hotel. ‘You’re face is still flushed.’ She said. ‘We were walking for a long time.’ ‘I didn’t think you noticed.’ ‘I did have some knowledge of just how far we walked.’ ‘And briskly.’ ‘My face is not flushed.’ ‘No. Not really.’ ‘Unless it is the wine. Then I could be flushed.’ ‘You’re a lightweight.’ ‘Please don’t encourage my alcoholism.’ ‘You’re so sad. If I were to read your novel I am not sure if I could believe anything you say.’ ‘I didn’t tell you I wrote a novel. Have you been going through my things.’ ‘Oh. Well no, of course I haven’t been going through your things.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘I don’t know. Maybe I might have come across it looking for some makeup or what have you.’ ‘I’...

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James Int. Kitchen area Mae: Do they really leave all these bagels around for you all the time. Vincent: Yep. They do. Eat at your own risk. They're just so good. Mae: So many different flavours. This one is sesame seed. Vincent: Mhmm. It's a bit abusive the way they cook dinner for us though. You don't really have a choice. Mae: (Looks at him sideways a little, smirks) I hadn't noticed that. Maybe they want to give you more of something that you're not thinking about. Vincent: What, like poison. Mae: No, not poision. Something else other than that. Vincent: Maybe, I have no hint as to what other thing that might be. Something meant to harm something related to me. Nothing I've stuck my chin out about. Mae: You're in the middle of a vast conspiracy. Vincent: You think so? It might be more the case that this really is a domestic kind of dispute. Mae: Best to keep things discr...

By Asa Montreaux, pen name Andrew James Vincent: I have hardly done anything. He is the one with guilt written all across his face. May: Yeah what the hell was that? Leave Vincent alone! Matilda: Alright, so it was nothing, let's try and be normal again. (She tries to eat. Some of them do as well. Vincent is the only one who doesn't even have a bite.) End scene Int. Upstairs In Vincent's chamber, he is in bed, not trying to sleep, wide awake, obviously thinking about the ghost, and what to do about Rick. He looks over and May and Teresa are both sleeping. He gets up again and goes to the washroom. He looks in the mirror, trying to feel steady. Vincent: (to himself) The only things that is certain, is that this man means to kill us. Int. Downstairs Matilda is being fitted for her dress by a group of tailors. Matilda: What do you think Teresa? Teresa: It looks lovely, Mom. Matilda: Sweetie,... where is Rick? Teresa: I believe he...