LTROI-Film

These aren't my characters but I love them enough to write about them.

A Cold Treat

The time is mid-October 1983
The place is a public park near in Norway.

Eli was a silent shadow among shadows. Creeping slowly along a thick horizontal branch high above a tarmac path she stopped and looked about and down, then stretched out wrapping her arms and legs around the limb.

Oskar, I want to be your friend, but if you hate me now you are dangerous to me. You know about me. If you won't be my friend, then I will kill him. No, I could never do that. Then I will have to leave. Tonight.

Someone in the hall. So what? Noone knows I'm here. Noone but... noone that cares.

They stopped right outside. Stay quiet. Are they going to try to get in?

<knocking>: "•"

CHAPTER 3

Disclaimer:
The following is adapted from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film bearing the same name. The characters in this work are those of Mr. Linqvist and no copyright protection is asserted to this work.

“Are you ready?” Eli asked, shouting to be heard above the wind.

“Yeah. I think so!” Oskar yelled back.

He sat in the black rubber inner tube, bundled up in his heavy winter coat, red scarf and hat, his nose running as usual. He faced forward, holding the nylon rope that was tied to the tube in his gloved hands.

CHAPTER 2

Disclaimer:
The following is adapted from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film bearing the same name. The characters in this work are those of Mr. Linqvist and no copyright protection is asserted to this work.

I’m awake.

(hears snoring)

Who’s in the tub with me?!

Oh. It’s Oskar! Why is he here?

(didn’t say good night to him, maybe he got worried)

Hmmm. Yes, he was probably just a little lonely. ‘Cause I was gone last night and left him here alone.

CHAPTER I

Disclaimer:
The following is adapted from the novel Let the Right One In by John A. Linqvist and the film bearing the same name. The characters in this work are those of Mr. Linqvist, and no copyright protection is asserted to this work.

Eli had arisen just after dark. She had come out of the bathroom without saying much, wearing the same oversized, black sweatshirt with the German Men’s National Hockey Team logo she'd had on yesterday.

These aren't my characters. They may belong to someone else,
but I love 'em enough to write about them.

A Song at Night
by "covenant6452"
with many thanks to "a_contemplative_life", editor extraordinaire!

An isolated cottage on the shore of a moonlit lake near the Swedish-Norwegian border.

No one close. I should go down, find somewhere else...

Lacke: "Wait! Can't we taIk about it?"

No - the steps. Someone coming up the steps.

She is in a hurry. She won't look up. She will come right underneath...