Pikku-Piru

“… and luckily we are out of this heatwave now, after this last thunderstorm. But beware, new heat storms are still coming. I hate those, don’t you Sophie? “Oh yeah. Those storms that never break down. Electricity everywhere. Now that makes me think – ” Desden cut off the radio and sat back to his kitchen table to finish his coffee. Last week a dead body, and now this. He had to go check with Laurence, whom he had carefully avoided since that little fun in the alley and police station. One week. Not answering her calls and playing dead when she knocked on his door.  He had answered once or twice to his pa

Rain was splattering against the windows. Again. No one had told her summer storms here took a different meaning. Unpredictable, sudden, long lasting. From roasting one second to drowning the next. She wanted to go have a run. She needed to go have a good run. Tension had been piling up, her phone had kept ringing, all this so much that she felt her shoulders tight and her skin, all her body, crawl with the need to move. She took her cup of tea and walked out on the tiny balcony, peering down as far as she could while still avoiding getting wet by the downpour. Some kids were still on the playground, only tiny colourful dots from where she s

        “And what’s this song saying, then? “I said I understood it, didn’t say I can immediately translate all the songs that we get to hear in every bar we end up!” Desden patted Kalinka on the head and gave her a bit of sausage from the tiny bowl they had been given. He had not been through his first pint yet, while Diane had drunk one and a half. Music was blasting from the pub’s sound system, but most of the patrons were following a sports event on TV at the other end of the room. They were alone near the counter. “But you said you knew this one! Also, we have only ever been to one bar and it&