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October 18, 2008

In the Hands of Others (15 of 20)

Thread: Alpha and Omega

Tam said, ‘The handle turns.’

Ariadne opened her eyes. She thought she’d only closed her eyes for a moment, but her internal clock told her that minutes had passed. ‘Sorry Tammy what did you say?’

Tamsin’s young but indented face swelled before her, pock-marked through bad food and bad vices, breaking what should have been delightful feminine features into edged, masculine ones. Dark, lifeless hair fell around her ears. Her scratchy voice asked, ‘I asked if you’re okay love. What are you doing sleeping on the stairs? You should be resting in bed.’

‘Why didn’t anybody come and help me?’

Tam helped her up off the floor. Ariadne was a little giddy but okay; still exhausted. Tamsin said, ‘I didn’t hear you call or anything.’

‘Fay attacked me, she-’

‘Fay? Fay’s not been here.’

Afternoon light was still streaming through the windows so she’d hadn’t dozed off for that long. ‘Fay was here.’

‘Ariadne, I swear to you, she ain’t been here. You must’ve been dreaming.’

Ariadne touched her face; it felt bruised where Fay had attacked her. ‘Someone hit me. My face hurts. I didn’t dream that.’

Tam peered at Ariadne’s face. ‘You do look a little swollen, but you’ve also been crying. Did Bobby…?’

Ariadne was irritated. Everybody seemed to bad-mouth Bobby. ‘Don’t be stupid, Bobby wouldn’t hit me. Listen to me. Fay was here, she was here. She said we had to do something. I didn’t dream it. She left me something by the bed.’

They both moved as one yet for opposing reasons; Ariadne wanted to prove Fay had been here while Tam wanted to prove she hadn’t. Beside the bed, on top of a cabinet, was a blue A4-sized ring bound folder.

Ariadne hesitated as if it were booby trapped. Tamsin picked the folder up without concern, unaware of what it contained. As she read some of the details, her eyes widened.

‘Ariadne,’ she said, ‘what the fuck did Fay say we were supposed to do?’

‘I think we should all talk about this together.’

Tam kept fingering the pages in the folder, but now her carefree attitude was gone. She held the binder as if it were soiled, fearful that something might come off in her hands, something that wouldn’t wash off with soap and water. She shook her head, shuddering. ‘Christ.’

Posted by: The Harbour Master @ 0901

2 Responses to “In the Hands of Others (15 of 20)”

  1. Jennifer wrote on 24-Oct-2008 @ 2106:

    Awwwwwwwwww!! You TEASE!!!!!!!!

    lol!!!!

    Now I have to wait for the next installment! It’s really building up to what promises to be a weird and wonderful climax THAT WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!

    :-)

    Well done you!!!

    Jen
    x

  2. Jennifer wrote on 24-Oct-2008 @ 2106:

    Awwwwwwwwww!! You TEASE!!!!!!!!

    lol!!!!

    Now I have to wait for the next installment! It’s really building up to what promises to be a weird and wonderful climax THAT WILL EXPLAIN EVERYTHING!!
    :-)

    Well done you!!!

    Jen
    x

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