Peter watches her like a hawk. The conversation earlier with his wife is still fresh in his mind. She is worried about all kinds of lies around her. This woman had taken her on a dead run away from the car that followed them. Now she is gone. This woman in front of him is apparently also not what his eyes are telling him.“As a family we moved constantly around. Within my lifestyle snakes found their way towards me. At first I was mostly quiet and obedient; qualities I learnt from the one person I trust in this world. Our lives are sometimes so entwined and it’s mostly my fault.”“What does this have to do with Sammy?”“My choices mostly make me moody, resentful and downright irresponsible but once I am on this path I messed up creating that which was already within my cousin, fear.”“What does Sammy fear?”Peter is impatient. He feels like wringing the truth from her. However, forcing patience

Sammy become aware that someone is looking at her. Sitting upright in the middle of her bed her eyes searched the bedroom carefully. The space is darkened except for the moon that peeked through the half drawn curtains.Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary but she still feels the intensity of the eyes. She definitely wasn’t alone. Throwing the blankets from her body she reaches out to switch her night light on. Pulling on her gown she stands in the middle of the room frightened but strangely stubborn. She tries sensing from where the ominous looks are coming from. Her door is shut so there must be something else out of character in here.The watchful eyes continued looking at her. The very arrogance of it all made her angry.Looking around in her bedroom, everything is basic in its necessity. Moving towards her wardrobe she opens the door wide clothes that apparently were hers was hanging there. Reaching deeper inside she feels the back looking for a f

Sammy opens her eyes completely unaware she is in a sleep-form of trance. Her feet lead the way towards the graveyard. With a subconscious secure step she found three graves. She stands there looking without comprehending.The storm that seems to subside earlier found strength to gather the clouds fiercely together again. It is almost like nature feels the intensity of her turbulent emotions, feelings she as yet seemed unable to understand.Sometime pass while she just stand there looking. When the first of the raindrops landed on her head somewhere deeply within her she know she must move. There is a kind of aggression in nature finding a link within her. Her feet doing the walking on its own towards the place she knew as home.Sammy opens the front door standing within the open frame. Lightening is playing behind her, while rain is pouring down on top of her. She just stands there waiting. The images within her mind were a kaleidoscope of distorted frames.

A burst of wind seemed to want to rip the roof from the house. This seemed to startle her seriously. Instinctively he reached for her. He held her firm afraid she might be cast away before his eyes. The heaven’s opened pouring serious buckets of water on top of the roof. He reached out again and bodily took hold of her before placing her now in the middle of the bedroom he was currently using; she was still wet and really cold.Sammy looked at him with the strangest expression trying to place him somewhere in her memory. Nothing seemed to click but there was something magical about him. She found her fascinated with him. Like a wide-eyed child she watched him moved about preparing what seemed to be a hot bath. He came back to her.“May I?”She simply stood there watching him with the silliest smiles suddenly wanting to kiss him. The moment she realized his eyes were twinkling she blushed.“I would like that very much but I think yo

Sammy reached the place she called home. Standing right in front of the house her mind was a burning whirlpool of conflict. She took flight from this house as a dowdy duck. She carried silhouettes with her. Tears of yesterday were part of her life.She heard echoes on stormy nights. Moonlight shadows were cast over her but she remembered the sizzling of her blood. It was more than a memory. Her future was cast all she had to do was find the path. She was taught long ago…“Against all logic or reason the heart would know the face belonging, the name would follow to be written. Within the stars everyone was destined to meet their soul mate. It was foretold…kismet. Peter William. Are you reality or fantasy?”The name burnt through the essence of her being. The intensity of it all allowed blackness to settled over her.Sammy sat motionless in the garden. She wore a far away expression. When she woke this morning she came to the concl