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Red, chapter 4 I think shes Norwegian, Colin whispered as Brian and himself stumbled out of the three-bunk hostel room they had just checked into in rue La Fayette. It was called Peace & Love, but the hallway was hardly peaceful. It was evident that Brian hadnt heard him.
Now she probably thinks were gay, he said. When did blokes start going to the bathroom together? Couldnt you have said Were going to jog up and down the stairs for a bit instead?"
Because were normal, Colin retorted. Besides, shed notice thered be no sweat on us when we returned.
Well, there better not be, now, Brian snapped.
Colin ignored him. Did you hear me just now, though? he asked, telling him about the flag.
Red, Chapter 3Colin and Brian had met two years previously, at a university in Sydney, where they bonded instantly over a common desire to get away from the people they were expected to become. Brian was born and raised there, whereas Colin had arrived with his parents after his sister died from leukaemia at the age of 14.
Colin had grown up in Dublin, and knew those streets like the back of his hand. After two years in Australia, a country strange to him, in a city bigger than Dublin in any way he thought possible, he kept thinking that there was something missing, although he couldn't grasp exactly what it was. He felt that the answer was waiting for him back in Ireland, and the only way he could feel whole again, and home again, was by returning to the streets where he grew up. Maybe all he needed was some sort of closure, but the only thing he knew for sure was that he had to get back there, and see what it was the city wanted to tell him.
Red, Chapter 2The train cut easily through the landscape, and the view from the windows changed almost cinematically from suburban towns to green fields and smaller country villages. Red was finally fast asleep, her head resting against the window and her hair a tangled mess around her face. Every now and then the movement of the train made her head bump gently against the cool glass, but she didnt wake up.
Brian and Colin were both watching her carefully. It had taken them quite some time calming her down earlier, and when they finally got her convinced she was safe, she fell asleep in just a few minutes, obviously exhausted. Colin, who hadnt noticed the man on the platform, was taken aback by what he saw only as a second unprovoked outburst of emotion in a very short time, but was still the one who managed to cool her down, again by the use of his voice. Brian, on the other hand, wondering about the connection between the stranger and Red
Red, Chapter 1, Part 2Brian hoisted the girls backpack up onto the shelf above their seats, when something fell out of a side pocket and fluttered through the air before it landed on the fold-up table. Brian looked carefully in the direction of Colin and the girl, both staring out the window, before picking up what turned out to be a photo of a group of people, all seemingly dressed up for a fancy dress party, or maybe a carnival. There were around fifteen of them, and among them four men in robes, each in a different colour. They all looked serious and unaware of the photographer, except a young woman with red hair and a white, long dress, who looked playfully right into the camera. Brian didnt recognise her until the picture was ripped out of his hand, and the girl herself stared at him, furiously. She held the piece of paper so tightly in her hand that she crumpled it, and the intensity radiating from her made the skin on his back crawl. He apologized, and she sat back down, stuffing the phot
Red, Chapter 1, Part 1The young woman with the flashing eyes didnt say a word. Her pupils were wide despite the sharp sunlight in which she was sitting, but around their black orbs could be glimpsed irises of a bright green. Though she was constantly scanning her surroundings, she didnt seem to actually see anything. Apart from her constantly moving eyes, she was sitting perfectly still, and had been so for as long as the two young men across the street had been watching her. Still, there was something about her that made her look like she could get up and disappear in a run down the pavement in a matter of seconds. The muscles in her skinny, freckled upper arms were flexed and shaking. A vein in her forehead stood out like a pulsing worm underneath her skin.
She was sitting with her back against a grey brick wall covered with graffiti, her arms crossed and resting on her bent knees, her face hidden in them and under a fountain of red, long hair, only he
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