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The Old Star
When Cathy Faraday goes out from her office to buy morning tea, a set of circumstances send her on a different route from the one she would normally take. Waiting on a street unknown to her is a house. Old and left to fade away the house looks shabby against its neighbors. The whole row of houses are now offices and Cathy sees a ‘for let sign’ outside the place. Something draws her to the house. Someone watches from the third floor window.
Cathy applies to rent the building to expand her dating agency business. As she begins to make it ready, the house reveals its secrets.
Erotic romance, with a twist of paranormal, set in contemporary England this story will haunt you.
In the first few passages of time that he existed Owen tried hard to get someone’s attention, and then he realized no one could see him. He tried to open the windows, but they were stuck fast, and the most horrible thing of all was if he kicked at them or tried to break them they shimmered away as if they were a mirage. He never saw Nate again and he discovered his cell phone never had a signal.
He was terrified for what felt like a long time and then one day he broke down and cried. He hadn’t seemed to exist for a little while after that because the next time he found himself painting, the trees in the garden on the other side of the square were blossoming. Some kind of peace had descended on him and he just painted.
It came as a complete shock when Cathy Faraday walked in, but he’d covered it up. He’d wanted to tell her what happened to him, but knew she might run thinking him a lunatic or worse. Owen sighed then as he stood up again. The shadows were lengthening and he knew that might mean he’d sleep or whatever else he did that he couldn’t remember. He felt afraid again now he’d seen Cathy Faraday. Somehow, that strange peace had gone, and he felt as afraid as he had in the early part of being there.
Owen pictured Cathy Faraday. He liked her elfin face and big green eyes. He recalled her as best he could and thought that if he’d met her under normal circumstances he would have gone after her, asked for a date, got to know her, taken her to bed. Owen was thinking those thoughts when the sun went down and he disappeared.
Copyright Elodie Parkes 2013 Hot Ink Press, All rights reserved
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