And then she saw her. At the window. The same woman who had been in her car earlier. This time the woman’s eyes were full of tears and she was turning the white, lace handkerchief around and around her one finger.
Fear paralysed Kalinda and she sat frozen, unable to move. Her breath, coming out in gasps, formed small white clouds in front of her.
She came out of the momentary stupor and looked around her. She was in the cottage. On the farm. This was real. She pinched herself. And, yep, she was awake, alright—that hurt.
This meant what had happened to her earlier today hadn’t been a dream either.
She closed her eyes and when she opened them minutes later, the woman was gone. For a few moments, Kalinda was unable to move, but then she jumped up and ran towards the window.
A full moon made it possible to search the surrounding grounds. She frantically looked around but she couldn’t detect any movement. It was deathly quiet.
Something cold touched her shoulder and she jerked around. But there was nothing behind her in the room. Rattled and frightened, she hurried back to her bed and pulled the sheet over herself.
Surely she’d imagined the whole thing. She was tired and upset after the nightmare—that was the only logical explanation. It was ten minutes past two. There was still a long way to go before morning; she would try to sleep again but there was no way she was going to switch off the light.
Her eyes closed. Something about the woman… Her dress?
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About the Author
I have been reading love stories for as long as I can remember and when I ‘met’ the classic authors like Jane Austen, Elizabeth Gaskell, Henry James The Brontë sisters, etc. during my Honours studies, I was hooked for life.
I married my college boyfriend and soul mate and after 43 years, 3 interesting and wonderful children and 3 beautiful grandchildren, he still makes me weak in the knees. We are fortunate to live in the picturesque little seaside village of Betty’s Bay, South Africa with the ocean a block away and a beautiful mountain right behind us. And although life so far has not always been an easy ride, it has always been an exiting and interesting one!
I like the heroines in my stories to be beautiful, feisty, independent and headstrong. And the heroes must be strong but possess a generous amount of sensitivity. They are of course, also gorgeous! My stories typically incorporate the family background of the characters to better understand where they come from and who they are when we meet them in the story.
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