"Finally, Karen is at peace with her one true love."
I hardly noticed the crashing sound, or the voices shouting but a firm though gentle hand gripped my own and lifted the blade away from my flesh leaving nothing but a barely visible scratch. “Come on now, Miss, nothing is...
"Parting is such sweet sorrow!"
The following days passed in a flash. Jemima tried hard to get me to go with her, even suggesting that we go by sea for the outward leg but, at such short notice, we would not make the flight back...
"Karen begins the first day of the rest of her life"
The figure was that of a woman. A woman who was familiar to me somehow and yet... “Hello, Karen.” Her voice was thin and hollow, feint and yet clear. I looked at the supine figure of Jemima lying beside me,...
"Karen and Jemima. Together at last."
Jemima stepped forwards and slipped the crisp cotton over my shoulders and I let her lower it over my arms, moving only enough to allow the short sleeves to pass over my hands. She folded it carefully and lay it...
"Karen and Jemima make a new start."
“I am not used to sharing, you know," I broke our embrace. “But you may use whatever you wish whilst you are here.” I felt myself flush at the possibility that she may think me rather naïve. I generally wasn't...
"Karen and Jemima dine together"
We stood, holding hands, silent, until Jemima took a deep breath. “Well, now we have that settled, I could do with a drink!” she grinned, her eyes sparkling in the half light. The Sun had dropped behind the houses and...
"At last, karen is home... Isn't she?"
The woman in the rearmost seat had her hand reaching out to me across the aisle and I pushed myself back against the cabin wall beside my seat as I stared in terror, moving my head silently from side to...
"Does Karen take her 'Last Flight' or is it one step too far?"
The corridor ahead was not long at all but to me it felt endless and stretched far away into the distance. The effort required to raise my feet and place one in front of the other was becoming greater with...
"The end... or maybe, the beginning?"
I slept fitfully, waking regularly through the night. Dreams would begin and I would wake easily, nervous, worried about the day ahead or, maybe, the life ahead of me and each time I would be aware of Pascale's warm body...
"When the Knight is gone..."
Hanging on the walls in my home are two prints of paintings by Edmund Blair Leighton. 'The Accolade', and 'God Speed'. The Accolade depicts a man in chain mail being given ‘The Accolade’ of knighthood by a beautiful queen, with...