Crossroads

By Hardit Singh

Robert and Elise are strangers to one another, until one fateful night, where they intersect at a bar. After one unique conversation, their lives will never be the same again. They both share similar, yet horrible circumstances and finally must face up to what they have been running away from.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Hardit Singh
• Release date: Nov 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466152618

Hardit Singh

Hardit Singh is a poet and fiction writer from Bristol, United Kingdom. Through his books he often finds himself drawn to addressing social issues where more awareness and understanding is needed. His passion to grow and help others through his writing drives him to pick up a pen and share his works.

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CROSSROADS

By Hardit Singh.

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Copyright © 2011 Hardit Singh.

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Driver Excerpt

Robert Bateman sat at the counter of a bar. He drained the remaining contents of his scotch and ordered another.

That kind of day?

Robert looked up at the tall blonde woman. He nodded and smiled, and she sat down on one of the stools further down, but still within a comfortable conversation range.

He was at Heathrow airport; his flight had landed early. He came here for the quietness and not the alcohol. The lighting was dull and the black marble counter, dark tables and chairs gave the room softness on the eyes. It was like being in a sanctuary, away from the hustle and bustle where at airports there was never rest, just waves of people with their luggage.

The mellow jazz music put a ribbon on the place and even the bar staff spoke to customers with an easy gracefulness, as if they had each come off of a long flight and wanted nothing more than a drink and to be left alone with their thoughts.

Robert absently watched the blonde woman in the reflection of a long narrow mirror that was behind the bar and ran above the display of colourful bottles. He loosened his tie and undid the top button of his shirt, while he took in the slow and delicately played saxophone coming through