Annette looked steadily before the mirror to find a strikingly beautiful face looking back at her ,a square face with a pert nose and rosy lips with a dimple on the right cheek and a mole on her upper lip.Many remarked that the mole added to her fine looks as did her high forehead with tendrils of hair to frame her face.
She had lived in New York since childhood and had moved to the highland of South America as a teenager.She brushed her eyes with Kohl and taking up her bag got onto her bike.She drove steadily until she came to the supermarket.
It was a windy day and the breeze gently rocked the branches on the trees.She felt then that she should have donned her jacket .She rubbed her hands together and embarked upon her regular chore.The market seemed to be vacant and she felt her skin prickle as she walked through the avenues finding all that she needed.
She was absorbed reading the contents of a wrapper when suddenly she felt the presence of someone behind her.She turned around sharply only to find herself dwindle within the walls of the store.She shrugged and moving towards the counter took a step forward moving fast when everything fell forward on the floor.She bent down to pick up all the articles and paying for it hurried out of the store.
She cycled back home trying to whistle an old tune. Mother would be waiting for her with her rather odd questionnaire ,'Did you meet anyone?'
' why do you look so absorbed within yourself?'
Annette smiled and kissed her mother on the cheek.
' Nothing at all.'
Annette and Layla had found refuge in their new found home and knew they couldn't have done better.
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Where Do I Begin
Mystery / ThrillerA young regressionist finds one of her clients in deep turmoil and as she intervenes she discovers that she is in the grip of the perpetrator.Will she survive after she resolves to put an end to this entity?
