On the evening he murders his wife, a London timber merchant receives a mysterious portrait—a tale of Victorian horror in five parts. Part Two: The Feverish and Hallucinatory
The supernatural done subtly - the smoky smell (I'm imagining the painting originated in hell, but that's me being literal . . .), and of course the perfume. Very "Poe," that prickly torture of the conscience (though it remains to be seen if this guy even has one). Also, this line, chilling: "His naive bride did not win an argument again."
Thanks, Ben. This one has been a very strange journey in subject matter and voice. Also getting to spell things with British spelling has been a treat.
“The paint chipped below his nail, and a blister of paint began to swell at the point of indentation and ruptured. A draught of his wife’s perfume overpowered him.”
The beginning of evil retribution. This may be beyond my comfort zone , but so far , it tantalizes.
I’m hooked.
Wonderful! Was there a favorite moment?
The supernatural done subtly - the smoky smell (I'm imagining the painting originated in hell, but that's me being literal . . .), and of course the perfume. Very "Poe," that prickly torture of the conscience (though it remains to be seen if this guy even has one). Also, this line, chilling: "His naive bride did not win an argument again."
Your writing is next level,Adam, truly. I’m really enjoying this one.
Thanks, Ben. This one has been a very strange journey in subject matter and voice. Also getting to spell things with British spelling has been a treat.
Such a treat, the writing, the mystery, the imagination in this one!
Nathan goes Poe. :-) Was there a part that stood out?
Oh, the excitement that this is part 1 of 5 is so real...
“The paint chipped below his nail, and a blister of paint began to swell at the point of indentation and ruptured. A draught of his wife’s perfume overpowered him.”
The beginning of evil retribution. This may be beyond my comfort zone , but so far , it tantalizes.