Short stories

  • Ostatnie święta Bożego Narodzenia*

    To prove his words, he grabbed the sash that still encircled his neck and quickly pulled it off. The material sliding against his skin suddenly warmed it. Or perhaps the sudden heat he felt deep within his body was the effect of Adam's gaze? His man watched him with slight concern as Konrad wrapped the ends of the ribbon around his hands, only to then pull them decisively, stepping a pace closer to him.

  • *Driving Home For Christmas*

    He slid into the seat of the sports car, breathing slowly and deeply. A soft darkness enveloped the car's interior, and only by the faint light of distant streetlights, which gently dispersed the gloom, could he discern the details of the vehicle. The entire area had also fallen silent, and even from the main road, the usual hum of the city was not audible. The sounds were further muffled by the rapidly falling snow, which covered everything with a thick layer of white down.