Meet Me By The Fountain Novels & Stories

If only he can say those words. As per his instructions, I wait for him by the giant fountain at the front of our mini-mansion. My hand dips in and out of the water, I giggle at the freezing temperature as I make a mental note of the things I will do in his absence. There are a lot of things here I am yet to explore, I am getting a hang of the inside but the outside remains a maze.

It has my name on it written in cursive. Curious, I open it and look inside. The only thing in it is a note card. Plain white business card stock, the kind of thing you see wedding or baby shower invitations printed on. It says, Meet me at the fountain on Tuesday. Be there at 11 a.m. Looking around to see if anyone is watching me, I slip it in my purse and start filing my papers. Who in the world wants to meet me and why? More importantly, why so secret?

"Maybe you should stay a few more minutes, there's someone who'd like to meet you." "Who?" "My cousin, Jacinta." "Urh, okay..." I looked around to find the green house. Jacey said the fountain was by the green house, that would mean that the glass building with lots of plants in it was the green house. And here I was thinking it was a house painted green. "How dumb!" Jacey said in my head. "Shut up!" I mumbled. "What was that?"

“We need to meet. Tonight.” A long pause crackled over the line, the sound of distant traffic in the background. Then, “Alright then, let’s meet at the old café on Brewer Street. Eight o’clock sharp. Come alone.” I exhaled slowly, staring out at the rainy London evening beyond the window. This meeting might be our only real lead

Seeing that the girl was taking a long time to answer, Dahlia spoke up: " I'm inviting you, Clara, so the bill is on me, okay?” " All right, but may I suggest another place?” " But of course, my dear!” " So let's meet on State Avenue, you know that square with the fountain? I'll be waiting for you on the benches next to the fountain. I'll be there at eleven thirty.” " It's a deal!”

he asked, concern lacing his voice. “I’ll tell you when we meet. Can we meet at the park by the lake in an hour?” I asked, hoping he would agree. “Okay, I’ll see you there,” he said, and I could hear the smile in his voice. I hung up the phone and took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. I knew this was going to be difficult, but I had to do it. I arrived at the park before Prince Simon and sat on a bench by the lake, taking in the peaceful scenery. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over everything, and the gentle sound of the water lapping against the shore was soothing.

“Good. Now tell me. To what do I owe the honor of your calling?” I clear my throat as I say, “Do you have time now? I need to talk to you, but I don’t want it to be on the phone. It is important. Could be?” “Yes, of course I can. You tell me where we meet and at what time.” I think for a moment and then say, “Let’s meet in the park.” He hummed and said, “In our park?” I bite my lip and reply, “Yes. At 6 p.m.?”

"Miss me?" The horror moved through me like cold water. I took three steps back without deciding to, until the edge of the fountain pressed against the backs of my legs and there was nowhere left to go. He held up a note between two fingers. Almost identical to mine but signed with a single letter. R. "Meet me in the garden. I need to see you alone." Someone had sent us both here. Someone had planned this from outside. Someone had known exactly where I would go and exactly how to get him to follow.

So, I said to her in a casual voice whilst grinning. “Shh! Shut up. You can call me anytime.” “Well, where are we to meet?” She asked further. “Burbank’s café. Is it fine with you?” Things finally, sank in. “Yes! I’ll come there by noon. You to be there. Mind you by time. Hahaha.” She smiled. She stressed on time as I was often late when it came to hanging up. “Hahaha! Yes sure.” “Good night, see you tomorrow,” I added further and cut the call after that.

He leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I want to show you something, come with me." I followed him as he led me to a secluded corner of the garden. There, in a small clearing, was a beautiful fountain, its water sparkling in the sunlight. Zayden gestured for me to sit on the edge of the fountain, and I complied, feeling a sense of excitement building within me.