John Thompson
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Retired Criminal Lawyer living in Dartmouth, Nova Scotia
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After Tomorrow
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. There was little to see most of the time, just the walls of the buildings across the square, now nearly lost in evening shadow. Sometimes, in daylight, if the sun shone at just the right angle, she would see people in one or two of the windows, but there were never any lights at night and most of the frames were empty of glass.
By John Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
Something fishy.
It was a little after six ’clock and the aquarium was closed. A school tour had just been through and, after the raucous shouting, shrieks and laughter, the building had returned to peaceful serenity. In the viewing galleries, the soft lights illuminating the tanks threw gliding and flitting shadows of the denizens across the pale walls of the passageways.
By John Thompson3 years ago in Fiction
The Lorelei
On the third day of her supply run to the eastern out-ports, the Lorelei ran afoul of the worst gale to come raging out of the north-west in a quarter century. Squalls had been forecast by the maritime weather service, but when skipper George Harmony saw the height and color of the clouds bearing down upon the little vessel, he knew the storm was going to be worse than predicted.
By John Thompson4 years ago in Fiction
