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Die Venezianischen Perlen - Prolog (Teil 11)

Eine knisternde Stimme aus dem Lautsprecher gab bekannt, dass der Helikopter zum Einsteigen bereit sei. 

Barbie wurde wegen ihres Collies zuerst aufgerufen. Der Hund wurde in einen Käfig verstaut, der vor ihrem Sitz auf dem Boden verschraubt war. 

Stevenson nahm dem Jungen gegenüber Platz. Er gab immer noch vor, seine Zeitung zu lesen, behielt Barbie aber die ganze Zeit im Auge. Plötzlich fühlte er sich selber beobachtet. Vorsichtig sah er auf. 

Seine Augen begegneten denen des Jungen, der versuchte, ein Grinsen zu verbergen. Wie aufmerksam Kinder doch waren. Der Junge hatte Stevensons Interesse an der Frau bemerkt. Stevenson beschloss, vorsichtiger zu sein.
(Fortsetzung folgt)
Die Helikopterverbingund zu den Scilly-Inseln wurde 2013 eingestellt. Heute erreicht man das Archipel auf dem Luftweg mit dem "Skybus".


The Venetian Pearls - Prologue (Part 11)

Behind his newspaper, Stevenson chuckled. 

A crackling loudspeaker announced that the helicopter was ready for boarding. Barbie was called first because of her collie. It was put in a cage screwed to the floor in front of her seat. 

Stevenson's place was opposite the boy's. He still pretended to be reading his newspaper, all the while keeping an eye on Barbie. Suddenly Stevenson felt watched himself. Cautiously, he looked up. His eyes briefly met the boy's, who tried to conceal a grin. How observant children were. That boy had noticed his interest in the woman. 

Stevenson resolved to be more careful.
(To be continued)


What else has happened...

When the Open University of the Grenchen area asked me late last autumn if I'd be willing to lead a crime writing workshop, I was scared to bits. I'd led such courses for kids. But for adults, it was an entirely different matter. 

Everybody knows, however, that humans grow on challenges. Apart from that, it was an offer you don't get every day. So I accepted. 

When preparing a course for children, I concentrate on the practical part. But for adults, I had to provide some background information. How much theory could I put in? Did I plan enough time for hands-on exercises? 

I spent January and half of February researching and writing the course material.
With three participants, we reached the minimum number, and the course took place. Success would fully depend on the participants' zest. If they didn't bring themselves in or involve in discussions, we'd be in for three very boring lessons indeed.

My worries were unnecessary, as three quirky ladies full of fantasy and with plenty of murder on their minds turned up. Between the 2nd and 3rd part, I'd planned in an extra week's break to give them time to write should they feel inspired. All three of them had produced baffling stories when we met again: two beginnings of potential whodunits and an Easter crime short story. 

The aim of the course had been to spark interest in crime writing. Seems we got there.