Harbor by John Ajvide Lindqvist

Author:John Ajvide Lindqvist [Lindqvist, John Ajvide]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: Fiction, Horror, Occult & Supernatural
ISBN: 9780312680275
Google: gwii43uYT64C
Amazon: B007SRWIGM
Barnesnoble: B007SRWIGM
Goodreads: 10807928
Publisher: Macmillan
Published: 2010-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

When they were back in Anna-Greta’s house they flopped on the sofa for a while, regaining their strength. It was as if they were shy, and found it difficult to look each other in the eye. Every time it happened they smiled hesitantly at one another.

Like teenagers, thought Simon. Teenagers on Mum and Dad’s sofa.

Perhaps teenagers didn’t behave like that nowadays, but to keep the analogy consistent Simon went into the kitchen and fetched a bottle of wine. To lighten the atmosphere. Loosen tongues and…make things happen.

Not like that, though, no thank you. That would just be…

He paused with the corkscrew halfway to the cork. Was it three days ago he and Anna-Greta last made love? It felt like much longer. But the fact they were behaving like teenagers didn’t mean their bodies were singing from the same sheet.

The cork was stuck. Simon pulled as hard as he could, and realised that wasn’t actually all that hard.

As I said…

He took the bottle in to Anna-Greta, who sat up, pushed the bottle firmly between her thighs and managed to extract the cork. As if to excuse Simon, she said, ‘It was stuck pretty firmly.’

Simon sank down on to the sofa. ‘Mm.’

Anna-Greta poured and they both took a sip, rolled the wine around their mouths and swallowed. The unaccustomed taste remained on his tongue, and Simon sighed with pleasure. He didn’t often drink wine these days. He gave Anna-Greta a challenging look; she put down her glass and rested her hands on her knee.

‘Where shall I start?’

‘Start with the question I asked you. Why didn’t people move away, why don’t people move away? And what did you mean when you said you didn’t tell me for my own good? Why has no one—’

Anna-Greta raised her hand to stop him. She picked up her glass again, took a tiny sip, then ran her finger round the rim.

‘In a way it’s the same question,’ she said. ‘If I tell you this, you won’t be able to move away from here either.’ She glanced out at the dark sea. ‘Although it’s probably already happened. You probably can’t leave.’

Simon tilted his head on one side. ‘Like I said. I have no intention of going anywhere. You don’t need to scare me into staying.’

Anna-Greta gave a wan smile. ‘It comes looking for us. If we try to leave this island, there is a considerable risk that it will come looking for us.’

‘“It”’, Simon interrupted. ‘What do you mean by “it”?’

‘The sea. It comes looking for us and it takes us. Wherever we are.’

Simon shook his head dubiously. ‘But you go to Norrtälje, you go to Stockholm sometimes. We go over to Finland on the ferry, you and I. It’s all been fine, up to now.’

‘Mm. But you’ve suggested going further afield now and again. To Majorca, places like that. And I’ve said no, because…then it might think I’m trying to get away.’

Anna-Greta licked her index finger, ran it around the rim of the glass and produced a sound.

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