I was wandering through a strange neighborhood
alone at night, a neighborhood I’d been in
before. The night air chilled me. I
came to a house; I was searching for my sister.
The door opened easily for me and I went inside.
The air was dead and still, the walls and
everything in the house was old, dark and gray.
It smelled of decay and fear.
What was this place…I knew its familiarity, I
knew its disguise. That was when it all
flooded my mind at once; I had been here before,
many times before. I knew the smell, I
knew the dark appearance…I knew the cold floors
and distant shadowy halls.
I also knew a man lived here, a shadowy man.
Fear flooded me; my life was at stake. My
sister was here. She was standing in front
of me. She looked confused. The man
was in the other room…I could feel him. I
grabbed her by the wrist.
“We have to leave.” My sister fought me at
first. “Why?” Was all she asked?
My voice was growing anxious as I listened for
the footsteps of the man in the other room.
“Please!” I replied. “I know this
place, I’ve been here before…we have to leave…we
have to leave!” My sister nodded as her
mind registered what I was saying. “Let me
go and get my purse…” “No!” I
whispered. “There’s no time. We have
to leave now!”
I pulled her with all my might and ran through
that old dead house. Passing by I could
see the people still living in the many
rooms…free to leave but not understanding that
by being there they were slowly dying. We
busted through the screen door and ran for our
lives away from the house.
We had escaped.
We found a safe place where we could sleep, but
all night I stayed up and watched through the
windows. I knew I had to be on the alert
and that it was not over yet…the man would be
looking for us. I had to keep my eyes open
and be ready to fight this man…the man I knew as
This is a story about the beauty of self-love
This is a story about reaching far past what is
easy in love and dipping richly into the
fantastic essence of what we are...
For young and old...female or male.
Our story takes place in a coffee shop and turns
to shades of a darker turn when our heroine
meets Enmity (his name meaning deep rooted
anger), a character representative of her inner
insecurities and low-self worth.
Each scene takes on dramatic twists as she meets
her brave hero the defendant, a character
representative of her inner strength, boldness
Will her inner judge rule her fight for love a
useless struggle...or will the deepest form of
For anyone longing for a chocolate dipped
romance layered with lasting wonder, twists of
suspense and one sip after the next of dark
coffee filled mystery...read on and