English is a foreign language to me, so don't judge me severely.
Naturally I'm a chainshipper, I also like some het pairings (f.e., John/Jill and Mallick/Britt) and I want to translate some more works. Please review, if you want me to do it quicker. ^^ Any writer feels sad without readers! Short-short stories are easy for translation, so I started with them.
Remembering Strahm.
A couple of times he takes it out of the freezer, opens the pack and looks at it carefully, with hidden sorrow. This is completely another feeling, not like a squeamish disgust he felt while staring at that thing, which was a man once, hanging down the netted ceiling of a trap-room. Sometimes Hoffman lets himself fall into melancholy and awakes his memory - everything because of this pale hand with refined fingers, the dead accomplice of his latter games.
He shook it once.
Once these fingers, clenched in a fist, hit him in a cheekbone with all their might and a trace remained.
"You, Strahm, of all the people...", mumbles Hoffman and bites his lip.
He was an interesting one, that Strahm, interesting but too precise. Too stubborn. Too clever. But finally Hoffman won the battle of minds.
Giving way to a sudden rush, Mark takes the hand out of semitransparent plastic, runs its back over the cheek and then presses it to his lips, grinning.
"My compliments, ex-mister Sleeping Beauty. You'll have to work with me a little bit more."
Having to hand it, as opposed to Peter Strahm his hand never objects.