Circles
Sammy sits quietly in the chair in her bedroom. She was completely thrown by that heart stopping loaded question still ringing in her mind. Sitting motionless every instinct within her body screams her answer.
“What is it with this man?” she voiced the question that simply burst from her lips. It dawn on her that she only felt excitement with him around or simply in her thoughts, there was no room for her usual fear.
“Will you marry me, Sammy?” he had asked. Her instinctive answer surged continuously throughout her very being.
Getting onto her feet circling the bedroom very restless wanting to blurt out her answer but not sure either. She senses just at the edge of her unconscious mind that there was something she was forgetting.
“I can choose to move with faith and accept his proposal or I can take flight again.” She observes loudly to hersel
Secrets….ShadowsSammy sits there carefully thinking about what she just learned in the last couple of minutes. She came home but was it home?First, the woman in the kitchen was shocked seeing her.Second, who was the woman? She suggested she was her godmother.Third Uncle Harold and she have objections about her returned. Whatever was going on here, she was raised in this house and she felt certain.Just sitting there while her mind was whirling a mile a minute trying to figure out the situation she was now in. Really just not so long ago finding herself lost in Cape Town, instinct showed her the path to this house. Could she just be over-tired or was something amiss here? Is it safe to stay here?Sammy slips from the house, practically sneaking away from the woman who was over loading her with attention. The interrogation of her traveling through the country was too intense to her liking. It sometimes felt like the woman w
Memories...Sammy stands looking around but there was no sign of the car. Slipping from what she now realized was the graveyard she found her way back to the house.Sammy enters the kitchen with a couple of question in mind.“Uncle Harold, where is my parents?” She asked pointedly with a very direct look in her eyes.The man seems startled into paleness. His eyes darted so fast to his wife it was impossible for her not to notice.Sammy watches them struggling to find an appropriate answer. She also realized she left herself open to queries from their side.“It’s been a while since you asked me this. Why now all of a sudden,” Harold watches her with a sharp look of suspicion.“I was just curious. Tell me again the tale, please.”“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”“Please, Uncle Harold. Tell me the tale again.”Sammy watches Harold
The past…The present Sammy stood in her usual spot in front of the window overlooking the city of Cape Town. The city was still drenched in pouring rain. Her hand was wrapped around the hot cup of coffee. It took a while before she realized silent tears were streaming down her face. “Now why is that?” she softly questions herself. “Peter…” How, Why. She shook her head completely unsure what to think of the man. She knows she found him at Anna’s place but sometimes he talk like he met her somewhere else too. This really puzzles her. “I don’t understand…” she said as usual to herself only to hear the echo of her voice bounced around in the spacious room. She turned and looked at the apartment again, as this was also another puzzle she doesn’t have a clue how to solve. The sadness that somehow now stayed with her clawed around her heart then suddenly startled she watched almost hypnotize
Two men…various reasonsSammy has two men in her life for various reasons. That was a dilemma she still has to figure out but the question now what will she discover. Their presence in her life makes her feel bruised and raw not completely sure why and this makes her very vulnerable feeling completely sensitive. She was startled into awareness with the question…“What are you doing here?”Peter was aggressive now, he stood up with a menacing intent but at whom was it directed now, Sammy wonders. She stood motionless as her curious eyes wonders over the beauty of a woman. Her hair was midnight black that was styled immaculate smoldering dark eyes to match her olive skin. Everything about the woman speaks off a sexual sophisticated femininity. She certainly was men’s’ ultimate fantasy mere ordinary women like her won’t ever stand a chance beside her. The very idea instantly irritates her.Sammy stood watc
Web of Deception “Sammy I shouldn’t have asked that question,” “No, don’t be sorry. Your question deserves an answer. Let me tell you a secret as far as I can recall. I must admit my memory sometimes was a bit fuzzy. I once had a crush on this slightly older boy. I was crazy about him. He was the type of boy that’s any girl’s dream boat, excuse the expression. I remember there were white hospital walls and I still eagerly looked for him but I soon learned he run away leaving me behind and crashing all my dreams of us being together.” Sammy suddenly stood no longer in the mood for the whole conversation. She just wants to be alone. Peter watched her go but did nothing to stop her. Sammy inserted her key into the lock and entered the apartment. Earlier telling Peter that story made her concern as to the whereabouts’ of that tale. It just over familiar popped into her memory. Stepping into the place firstly annoyed and secretly p
Knowing and WonderingSammy burst out laughing as she wiggled of his lap grabbed the wick and tossed it into the air. Peter joined her while they start to danced and played in the soft rain. Then suddenly she stopped very serious again. She looked into the distance before facing him.“Peter, the night my parents died, what happened?”“I don’t know, gypsy.” He answered honestly.“Those men I avoided, I didn’t completely understand what they want and I must admit I did seem to make it difficult for them. Peter most days I have fragmented images and storylines I am not sure about, I can’t seem to comprehend what it means. You clearly stepped into my world and received a part of me thought I would never give to anyone. Please tell me about that night Peter.”“I really don’t remember gypsy. It was an office party, celebrating getting a huge contract. I only remember drinking once
The role of personal assistantSammy wears the faintest smile while she spoke casting Peter the strangest look he was alert to catch but unable to understand. She did notice his eyes glittering suddenly intrigued.“I must go but I will be coming to you Sammy. Make sure you stay awake.” Victor said in his usual ordering voice.“Its fine, in the meantime I will fill my day finding that characters that hounded me and hear what they have to say.”Sammy casually watched Victor leave clearly annoyed. Her eyes catch a smirking Peter watching her, instinctively knowing he would remark about Victor’s behavior.“The floor is yours, Peter”Sammy faces him now fully while she itched to smack him to remove that devilishly twinkling glint from his eyes.“Can I kiss you?”He immediately stood coming towards her. He suddenly looked like a man on the prowl.“Definitely
CuriositySammy unlocked the door entering the apartment. She feels the imposing presence of Peter behind her. Apparently walking her to the door entails entering too. In all honesty though she don’t feel incline to be on her own.A child-like habit she was completely unaware as she kicked her shoes off while he closed the door behind them both. Walking towards the kitchen her bells tingling softly wondering what on earth to have for dinner. She was startled by the music softly reaching her ears. Going back towards the living room she found him stretched out on the couch.“Peter…” she called but she received no response. Moving closer she stood looking down at him but he appeared to be deeply asleep. Turning away she switched off the light going to the bedroom she was currently using.She quickly stripped then showered trying to clear her mind from the tiredness. Half an hour later dressed in her pajamas discovering she w