Ghosts of Past and Present: From "Short Cuts", a short story collection

By Erik Boman

Following a chaotic business meeting, Liam flees the city for the quiet of a childhood beach.

Stuck in the rain, he discovers lost and precious memories - but his memories don't return alone...
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Erik Boman is a writer from Oxford. He is the author of "Short Cuts" and was awarded with the A.M. Heath literary prize in 2011.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Erik Boman
• Release date: Apr 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310039058

Erik Boman

Erik Boman is a writer based in Oxford, UK, where he shares a tiny house with his fiancée, two riotous daughters, a nutty dog and a sociopathic cat.When the sun is up, he designs for a travel website. At night, he writes, or wants to.His bookshelf is a tumultuous mess of speculative fiction, but at its epicentre are Neil Gaiman and William Gibson.The keywords for anything he writes are 'not here' - he's a friend of any text that takes the reader out of this world, and away to other places. Sometimes even nice places.

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Ghosts of Past and Present

by Erik Boman

Published October 2014

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Ghosts of Past and Present

Liam stared at the blackened, burnt-down pier, then kicked a rusty beer can and threw his arms wide to let the wind fill his embrace.

Come on! Liam shouted at the ruined amusement park. What the hell am I doing here?

There was no answer, only the baying wind and the crashing of waves. A drizzle soaked his bloodied suit while he leaned against his car. Liam sighed and stared at the broken pier, willing it to give up its secret. He had to have come here for a reason.

Somewhere, somehow, a motive. Now only to find it.

The entertainment park had been built on a platform supported by wooden pillars, but at