Only Time Will Tell For Her, chapter 1
"Haushinka," The girl whipped her head around, her black hair flowing in the strong gusts of wind, "We shall meet in time."
***
"Mike! I told you, I don't know." I shuffled my creeper-clad feet, "I-I don't even know if she was real."
Michael sighed.
"She, she just had this amazing aura, she was lovely, hair like a ravens feather, and eyes of stone." My small framed body slunk down against the wall.
"I just don't understand Bill. How can you be so infatuated with someone who most likely isn't real?"
I shook my head in disbelief, "that, I can't tell you, but I'm going to find her, whoever she is, wherever she may be."
***
"Miss? Ahem, excuse me, miss, I seem to be having a slight problem with my tires." A lanky man, aged around 40 or so entered the relativly small mechanics shop.
The girl who resided behind the counter raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps you should ask someone who actually knows what they're talking about."
The man studied the young woman for a split second. Who employed her?
She sighed, and pointed towards the exit, "The garage's round back, they'll know what to do."
The man skulked out of the shop, a limp in his step.
The girl removed the plastic nametag from the front of her T-shirt. Beatrice, it read.
Beatrice grabbed a pack of Wrigley's gum from the counter top, and removed a pierce from it's factory packaged position.
The sudden surge of bold articificial mint flavoring was a strange taste when combined with the strawberry gum Beatrice had consumed just minutes ago, but served as a slight pick me up nonetheless.
A sound resembling a bell could be heard as the glass door at the entrance of the shop was pushed open.
"Bea! You can go home now, we're closing up early today," A chunky man with a thick mustache stood on the threshold.
Beatrice smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Thomas."
***
"Adrienne!"
"What do you want, Tre?"
"Are you busy?"
A head appeared from behind the couch, and a pair of blue eyes met a pair of brown ones.
"You know I can't, the baby is due anyday now."
***
"Mike! I told you, I don't know." I shuffled my creeper-clad feet, "I-I don't even know if she was real."
Michael sighed.
"She, she just had this amazing aura, she was lovely, hair like a ravens feather, and eyes of stone." My small framed body slunk down against the wall.
"I just don't understand Bill. How can you be so infatuated with someone who most likely isn't real?"
I shook my head in disbelief, "that, I can't tell you, but I'm going to find her, whoever she is, wherever she may be."
***
"Miss? Ahem, excuse me, miss, I seem to be having a slight problem with my tires." A lanky man, aged around 40 or so entered the relativly small mechanics shop.
The girl who resided behind the counter raised an eyebrow, "Perhaps you should ask someone who actually knows what they're talking about."
The man studied the young woman for a split second. Who employed her?
She sighed, and pointed towards the exit, "The garage's round back, they'll know what to do."
The man skulked out of the shop, a limp in his step.
The girl removed the plastic nametag from the front of her T-shirt. Beatrice, it read.
Beatrice grabbed a pack of Wrigley's gum from the counter top, and removed a pierce from it's factory packaged position.
The sudden surge of bold articificial mint flavoring was a strange taste when combined with the strawberry gum Beatrice had consumed just minutes ago, but served as a slight pick me up nonetheless.
A sound resembling a bell could be heard as the glass door at the entrance of the shop was pushed open.
"Bea! You can go home now, we're closing up early today," A chunky man with a thick mustache stood on the threshold.
Beatrice smiled, "Thank you, Mr. Thomas."
***
"Adrienne!"
"What do you want, Tre?"
"Are you busy?"
A head appeared from behind the couch, and a pair of blue eyes met a pair of brown ones.
"You know I can't, the baby is due anyday now."
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