Tell Him He’s Dreaming

An engineer has an environmental epiphany but things don't work out as planned.

Traditional Street, Shangri-la (Zhongdian), Yunnan, China (Photo: M. Griffiths)

Beijing Private Eyes - Part 8 Fight or Flight (Finale)

The sun was up already and the light played on his closed eyelids as Mark slowly drifted into consciousness. He felt wonderfully warm and comfortable. He lay on his left side, his chest against Evie’s back and their legs intertwined. His arm was draped over her hip.

“Mark,” she whispered “are you awake?”

“Uhh.” he mumbled sleepily.

“Umm. I just wanted to say that I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather be locked up and held hostage with.”

“Thanks” he replied, “me neither.”
 

 

 

Airport in fog, Taiyuan, China  (Photo: M Griffiths)

Beijing Private Eyes - Part 7 Cold Storage

They woke up with throbbing heads, Evie lying on a rough wooden bed and Mark on a mat on the floor. Both were dressed only in shirts and underwear.

     “Where are we?” Evie muttered, sitting up and looking around the room.

 

Apartment view through security bars, Taiyuan, China  (Photo: M Griffiths)

 

Beijing Private Eyes - Part 6 On the Road

Mark was dozing in the chair when Evie rolled over and groaned. Light streamed around the edges of the curtain. Outside birds chirped and cars tooted.

“Oh God. My head hurts.” Evie said.

“Let me get you some painkillers.” Mark pushed himself up out of the chair and came back with some paracetamol. She popped two and swallowed them with water and lay her head down on the pillow again.

       She opened her eyes and looked at his rumpled clothes. “Have you been there all night?”

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

“It wasn’t necessary you know.” she said closing her eyes.

 
 

 Street stalls, Shanghai (Photo: M Griffiths)