Far out
to sea, a pale line of fog rose out of the ocean depths. High above the fog, a star pulsed in the
indigo sky.
“Star
light, star bright,” Liane began, then paused, unsure what to wish for. A blast of cold air shoved her backward. Pulling her jacket together, she braced
herself against the wind. What did
ex-husbands and the weather have in common?
Can’t count on either of them.
Glancing at the star again, she muttered, “It’s probably a satellite
anyway.”
From atop
the bluff, the dull thump of her ex-husband’s car door, followed by the BMW’s
throaty growl echoed off the trees and cottage walls. She turned to see the top landing of the sea
stairs. Twin beams of light speared the
darkness then angled away.
She was
alone. In the dark. On a deserted beach.
No comments:
Post a Comment