Ghost Story – Strangled?

I haven’t forgotten about my German Ghost Story, just had a lot going on lately. I am still writing it though, and am pretty close to finishing. This is my longest story so far. I hope you are enjoying it. I enjoyed my years in Germany and maybe one day I will go back and visit. Below is installment number 16, I  hope you are enjoying this story. I hope to release this as a full-blown book at the end of this year

Great German Supermarkets

Tuesday was just a regular day at work, nothing out of the ordinary, no strange men who looked like Evil Cossacks lurking in the shadows. A few of us were bleary eyed because of World Cup Parties.

Yes all the British teams had been eliminated, but that didn’t mean you couldn’t get together and celebrate a good game of football. The World Cup was once every four years, you had to enjoy the moment, and believe me, all over Europe, everyone did!

Tuesday evening, I stopped off at the small supermarket on Borsigplatz to pick up some fresh fruit and vegetables The German Supermarkets were so much better than the NAAFI and were always stocked with fresh produce. If you tried hard to speak German, the staff responded in broken English, making life a little easier. It was a bit of a game with them, but a good way for me to learn German.  In the Borsigplatz area,  you could pick up food from all over the world, it was a joy to shop there. I wasn’t in a hurry as Les was at football practice and our friend Ken was dropping him back home afterwards.

I was wandering around the supermarket, finding new and different things to cook.  Cooking was, and still is a my passion, and I never tired of trying new recipes.  I wasn’t watching where I was going and walked smack bang into someone.

“Anna”

Anna looked at me and her eyes welled up with tears. She had an awful bruise around her eye now, her lip was swollen and it even looked like she had hand marks on her neck as though someone had tried to strangle her.

She just stood there trembling. I put my shopping down and looked her in the eye. Next I did that stupid thing that we Brits are renowned for, I spoke slowly and loudly, with lots of hand gestures.

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