Passion Wreckage
The clouds zoomed across the horizon,
threatening to unleash their power at any second. Samantha darted out from the
cover offered by the shop awning, only to be abused by the sound of a car horn.
Why was it that drivers could push the horn so readily and yet found it
difficult to use the brakes?
By the time she opened the door to her
hatch back she was soaked, the little umbrella having done nothing more than
kept the top of her long black hair dry. Swearing under her breath, knowing her
grandmother would turn in her grave for doing so, Samantha put the car into
gear and sped out of the car park, occasionally glancing in the rear view mirror,
almost convinced he was following.
An hour later, still wet, the little car
stopped outside a large Federation home. The rain by now had stopped again,
afternoon storms being the norm for this time of the year. As she sat in the
car, unsure of her next move her mobile phone rang.
Glancing at the number displayed on the
large screen, Samantha felt her heart beat quicken, butterflies multiply
rapidly and the palms of her hand getting more sweaty. Should she answer it? A
voice urged her to do it, you know you want to it whispered to her, you now you
want to, it repeated.
Slowly her left hand reached over, hovering
above the offending object, her eyes traveling back to the house, a house,
which looked deserted and yet obviously was well lived in, judging by the text
messages she had read earlier that day. As her thoughts drifted to the morning
events, her hand stopped short of answering the mobile, which stopped as abruptly
as it had started as if it knew her thoughts.
The day had started like any other. Max had
left before she had got out of bed, a habit he had got into over the last few
months. Apparently he needed to get some work done at the office before
everyone else arrived and bothered him. She was not sure what made her check
his suit, but check it she did. A credit card receipt for a lunch at Belmonti’s
for five hundred dollars was not an unusual find. Clients of the firm expected
to be wined and dined in the best restaurants the city had to offer. No, there
was nothing unusual in the suit.
With the suit collected by the dry cleaners
Samantha went about her morning chores. First there was the bakrami yoga dvd
she watched, trying some of the exercises here and there, before watering the
plants on the veranda. By the time morning tea arrived she had put any notion
of being suspicious about Max’s behavior out of her mind. There was nothing to
worry about. Max was working hard. They were planning to go away at the end of
the month.
Sipping on a hot cup of coffee Samantha looked
up surprised when she heard the ringing of a mobile phone, followed by a beep
to announce a message. Searching the house, Samantha found the phone on the
coffee table in the living room.
Just as she reached for it, it rang again.
“Hello?”
There was no one on the other end.
“Hello?” she repeated before looking at the
end call message on the screen. At first she simply stared at the phone, but
after some minutes passed Samantha scrolled through the messages and numbers dialed,
her heart beating wildly in her chest.
......to be continued next week :)
The Federation House of the story???
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