PREVIEW: RINGING FEAR
Realising what she had
done, her hands became weak. Warm blood scarred
her face – the weapon fell to the floor ringing out its final cry. Turning away, unable to face them, running till no
breath remained in her lungs, she collapsed onto the burning sand: exhausted.
Lulled by the ocean,
she fell gently to sleep…
Soft waves licked her
awake – Nick was kneeling over her: his one hand hands flowing through her hair, his other cleansed her face of blood. Feeling the
sun on her arms and thighs, she realised her sudden nakedness.
“Nick,” she began, “my
jacket and jeans are gone”
“I had to burn them,”
he replied gravely, then at a second thought a slight smile came onto his face –
which was then followed by another.
“Did I do the right
thing?” she asked, his lips answered hers – no more
questions now; the time for worrying has yet to arrive. Once more, her hands
came alive, snaking around him: pulling him closer: wanting to blend together
into one.
Was it minutes? Hours? Perhaps a few sunlit days
before they broke apart? They did not know. And then perhaps out of joy or relief,
they laughed – laughing away every sinister thought every fear – and getting up
their hands once together. Their feet moved over the sand – and by the sea, they
walked together.