Doomsday Diary

By James Field

​A Diary that predicts death and doom? Chief Inspector Dobbs didn't believe either...
A diary is handed in to the police as lost property. The pages are filled out ten days into the future, terminating with the prediction of Professor Maurice Masterson's death. As the days pass, and each day's account comes true, Chief Inspector Dobbs is forced to swallow his scepticism and prevent the inevitable.

• Language: English
• Publisher: James Field
• Release date: Nov 8, 2015
• ISBN: 9788293174578

James Field

I was born in Essex, England, in 1951.My early days of work as an engineer led me to Norway where I met my future wife Kari. She moved to England where we married and raised our two daughters. We moved back to Norway in 1985.My wife and I now live far in the north, well within the Arctic Circle, in the land of the midnight sun. Life here is slow and comfortable, blessed by unspoilt nature and its magnificent moods.Being creative in the written form gives me vast pleasure. I hope, dear reader, you will take a break from your world and lose yourself in one of mine.

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Doomsday Diary

A Cloud Brothers Short Story

James Field

Copyright © 2015 by James Field

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Edited by: Alexander Rollins

Cover by: David Colon

Foreword

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Contents

1.Doomsday Diary

Afterword

Doomsday Diary

Chief Inspector Dobbs watched the private elevator doors close and wondered for the hundredth time if he was about to make a fool of himself. He'd only butted heads with Professor Maurice Masterson once before, and on that occasion the professor had treated him like a halfwit.

'This time though,' he muttered, 'I'll put the professor in his place–if only my errand wasn't so absurd.' He reddened, and gazed around the elevator, searching for hidden microphones and cameras, wishing he'd kept his thoughts to himself.

Dobbs was short of stature, heavy on breath, long in years, and shrouded most of his podgy body in a weather-stained mackintosh. The elevator's exclusiveness bothered him. It had no mirrors, smelled of wood polish and expensive aftershave, and made his nose itch.

The doors opened and Dobbs stepped into a sterile reception, the only furniture a desk, two hard chairs for guests, and a tea-making machine on a corner table. 'Hello, James,' he said, nodding to the professor's bodyguard. 'Nice to see you again. Is he in?'

James sat behind the desk, agile fingers poised above his keyboard, cold light reflecting in his blue eyes from the computer screen. From the slight bulge in his black jacket, Dobbs could tell he was still wearing a gun.

'What's it about?' asked James.

The question annoyed Dobbs. For a start, James hadn't acknowledged him with more than a glance, and second, it was none of his business.

'Work or pleasure?' asked James, fingers tapping away at his keyboard.

'Is he in, or is he out?' said Dobbs, shoving his hands in his pockets. 'It's a simple enough question. If he's in, I want to see him.'

'Then I need to know what it's about.'

Dobbs directed one of his fiercest scowls at James, the same