“W hat do you mean”, Gwen implored, the strain obvious in her weary voice, “who exactly is pursuing Derek … and why?” The why was not so much a question, but a sigh of frustration. The answer was much too complicated to address at this hour.
She turned away from Zack, walked to the moonlit window, listening to the waves crash far below. She was trying to understand the recent events that brought her to this place in space, in time. I sit thousands of feet above the sea, she thought, but I am drowning in confusion. Her head was spinning, and she could feel the fatigue deep in her bones.
Too damned many mysteries to think about right now — better in the morning. Then, grabbing her shoulder bag with the mysterious envelope tucked safely inside, Gwen shuffled across the room, and collapsed on the bed.
rob kistner © 2023
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Oooo, a mystery indeed, Rob. This will need a sequel!
Glad you liked this Merril. This is a highly edited, highly condensed portion of the beginning of the chapter I wrote of a cooperative short stormy was part of years ago. The group was out of Britton, and called the Lions Writing Group. The overall piece was entitled “The Pearl Bracelet”. I wrote a whole chapter.
Very nicely done, Rob! Love the music!
Thank you Dwight… 🙂
So many ways this may go. Is it a beginning or an end? it can go in many ways.
Or perhaps Björn — it is the beginning of the end… 😉
The mystery thickens. Luv that there was that mysterious letter.
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much????love
Gotta leave a cliff hanger my friend… 😉