tirsdag den 9. juni 2009

An Appetizer


Meet the British professor of literature, Loretta Lawson. She is tired and hungry, longing for a comfortable bed to sleep in only to realize she is playing a part in Goldilocks and the Three Bears.

“She opened the door to her right, and found herself in a small, square room with very little furniture, lit by light from an uncurtained window. The bare mattress of the single bed looked lumpy; Andrew and his friends had spared every possible expense in maintaining the flat, it seemed. She wondered if the other room might prove more inviting, and stepped quietly back into the dark corridor to open the door of the second bedroom. This room was darker, the window covered by a tacked-up piece of light-coloured cloth, but there was just enough light to distinguish its contents. Loretta´s gaze took in a double bed, and on it something that rooted her to the spot with shock.

A man was lying on the bed, his back turned to her, apparently fast asleep. For a moment, Loretta´s brain seemed to stop working and she felt nothing but fear. She had no idea who the stranger was, how he came to be there, nor what she should do.”


If you would like to hear more about Loretta´s stay in Paris, you may have a chance on Thursday. Stay tuned.

En appetitvækker.
Mød den britiske litteraturprofessor Loretta Lawson. Hun er træt og sulten, og længes bare efter en blød seng at sove i, men opdager pludselig, at hun er ufrivillig deltager i “Guldlok og de tre bjørne.”

”Hun åbnede døren til højre, og befandt sig i et lille, kvadratisk rum med meget få møbler, oplyst af skæret fra et vindue uden gardiner. Den bare madras på enkeltsengen så ujævn ud; Andrew og hans venner havde sparet på alle mulige vedligeholdelsesudgifter på lejligheden, så det ud til. Hun spekulerede på, om det andet rum skulle vise sig at være mere indbydende, og trak sig hurtigt tilbage i den mørke korridor, hvor hun åbnede døren til det andet værelse. Dette rum var mørkere; vinduet var dækket af en stump lyst stof ved hjælp af tegnestifter, men der var lige præcis lys nok til at skelne omgivelserne. Lorettas blik faldt på dobbeltsengen, og noget på den, som fik hende til at gro fast på stedet i chok.

En man lå på sengen med ryggen mod hende, tilsyneladende i dyb søvn. Et øjeblik gik Lorettas hjerne helt i stå, og hun følte ikke andet end frygt. Hun havde ingen anelse om, hvem den fremmede var, hvordan det gik til at han lå der, eller hvad hun skulle gøre.”


Hvis du har lyst til at vide mere om Lorettas ophold i Paris, skulle der være en chance på torsdag.

3 kommentarer:

seanag sagde ...

I loved those Loretta Lawson books! Unfortunately I haven't seen them over here in ages. Glad Joan Smith is still writing them.

lilly sagde ...

Well, I'm definitely staying tuned. It sounds like a great adventure and read.

Dorte H sagde ...

Seanag, I don´t think she does. This one is an old thing from my shelf.

Lilly, it has many good points.