Sunday, September 28
To Walk in Carcosa: Part 9 – Coombs
Coombs was a tall, thin, sharp-featured man with longish, greasy black hair. He wore a worn black overcoat.
After stabbing Yolanda he ran off, disappearing into the ever-shifting maze of rooms and corridors. Kham left the others behind. There was killing to be done that was best performed alone.
They engaged in a game of cat and mouse. Coombs stalked Kham, and in turn Kham stalked Coombs through the hundreds of rooms and corridors.
“You’re dead, Coombs!” Kham shouted, frustrated. “When I find you, you’re dead!”
“Not if I find yew first,” came Coombs’ voice. “Like I found yaaahr farfer.” A door slammed. [MORE]
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posted by Mike Tresca at
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