CHAPTER 3
In a luxurious hotel,
overlooking Bournemouth’s sandy beaches, Max laid on his king-size bed, smiling
at the naked woman before him. He admired her curves as he traced his finger
across her tanned, lean stomach. She smiled a coy smile, removed his hand from
her hip, and slipped on her black, satin dress. “Time for me to go,” she said.
He sighed, “you don’t really
have to go, do you?”
“You know I do.”
She gazed at him, bent over
and kissed him on the forehead. Max gazed at her breasts and then into her
eyes.
She shook her head, turned,
and glanced over her shoulder as she walked towards the door.
He watched the elegant woman
leave the room and adjusted himself. He would never see her again.
“Damn, I have to
call Olivia!”
Max yawned, rolled over and
reached for his mobile. He resented having to call Olivia. She had an exhibition
looming and would be at her wits end. Did he really need to deal with all that
stress? He huffed; what he put himself through just to be with her was
ridiculous. Max smiled wryly; he had his reasons and it was nearly time.
CHAPTER 4
At that precise moment, a
ragged, jaded old woman with a plume of matted, white hair clung to a trolley
as it careered down a steep hill. She laughed hysterically to herself whilst
muttering to the three dolls perched on the wire mesh. Each doll was dressed as
an angel and gazed into the distance with crooked doll eyes. Onlookers gazed at
the eccentric old woman.
“You haven’t seen me, you’ll forget… I
forgot... So will you.”
The time had come. She had been
called. She had a role to play; she just wished she knew the source of the
knowledge.
CHAPTER 5
Olivia pulled her knees into
her chest and sat with her back against the white wall. Whenever she moved, she
winced. Had she been beaten? Drugged?
“What do you want
from me?” she asked again.
The intruder made a sideways
glance, “I don’t want anything from you in particular.”
“Look - stop
playing games. I know you’re here to…” Olivia gestured at the dark shape.
The intruder waved the object
like a toy. “Oh this... No, you have it all wrong. It’s not so much that I’m
here to kill you - it’s a mere warning. There are powers at work of which you
have no understanding. And it’s far better you know of such things now, before
you make any discoveries.”
Olivia gazed suspiciously
at the person before her: had someone sent it? Chewing her lip, she frowned.
Why warn an artist trying to make a comeback? Olivia glanced at the door. Could
she get past?
“I know what you’re
thinking and I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” it said.
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