She kept thinking she could hear someone scrabbling at the window and once or twice she was convinced she saw a face peering in. It’s my imagination, she told herself - a tree outside with its branches rubbing against the glass. Moonlight in the branches forming a pattern that looks like a face. ...
I look at you because you are beautiful.” Samantha sat in her bedroom remembering his words, repeating them in her mind over and over again. It was hard to believe it had actually happened. An interesting, intelligent and - let’s face it - drop dead...
Far below, the river was a tiny silver snake. An eagle circled beneath her, its wings stained red with the light from the setting sun. What would it feel like? she wondered. What would it be like to just lean forward and launch yourself into the void? She imagined herself gliding on the warm air ...