Snack van - the novel

By Jay Saph

General fiction, Thriller


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In the darkness of night, she could hear the chirping of crickets and a faint swish of waves down at the beach – both to their unrelenting rhythm. She tied the black scarf around her damp hair and then tiptoed over the manicured lawn towards the front of the villa. Her delicate arm felt the strain of the petrol can.

She’d moved the car two roads away, under a rickety street lamp next to an bougainvillea bush which had spewed its purple flowers over the unkempt gravel road. No one appeared to be around; it was still off-season. Even absconded criminals – "the usual foreign residents in Northern Cyprus," her husband used to chuckle – hadn’t yet settled into the beach communities for the summer.

Strong fumes streamed up her nose as she sloshed the contents of the can around making sure she soaked the heavy wooden front door. Once complete, she took a few steps back, looked around furtively before throwing a few lit matches onto the glistening paving slabs.

When she passed in the car some minutes later, she shuddered, but then smiled. The villa, engulfed in flames had lit up the sky. Her eyes remained fixed on the inferno in her rear view mirror. The image would remain in her mind as she headed back to Nicosia, then Larnaca then home, Fairleigh.



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