Does not anybody see them… they are everywhere?!
Sir Charles Sinclair woke up late.
It was Saturday morning... the stress of Friday was over for him. Or so he thought?!
He woke up to the smell of fried eggs and bacon, being cooked... not by his wife, but by his housekeeper.
Just last spring, as the sun was beginning to show its warm beauty, his beloved wife died of cancer.
He was totally devastated to lose somebody, so young.
For six whole months, he mourned, never hardly leaving the house.
He had dressed back then, only in black. Now he was slowly coming back to life, accepting... his lost...finally!
He missed her, with her sweet, smiling face. Now, he was alone...
Luckily, Mrs Eastwood was his neighbour and friend.
A nice, middle-aged lady, with a heart of gold.
She offered after his wife died, to take care of him... as long as he needed her, and he needed her
especially after the funeral...
Now, she was his housekeeper, fussing and cooking after him!
He was very grateful for her kindness.
Slowly but surely, he was coming back to life...
Mrs Eastwood had laid the table nicely with a blue tablecloth. His hot breakfast plate was waiting for him.
He got dressed quickly and went down.
"Good morning Charles," she said gently smiling.
He greeting her back warmly smiling.
She left the room quietly so that he could eat, carrying on quickly with her daily chores.
Sir Charles ate his breakfast, enjoying every bite... little did he knew, that would be his last breakfast like that.
For he was unaware... of what would happen later.
When he finished his large breakfast, he sat back slowly and opened the daily paper.
He almost jumped up in shock, when he read the big headline... on the front page.
Mystery killing... in London yesterday... on the 9 o'clock Train?!
The Invader... left the station quietly; her job was done.
Leaving the dead, empty bodies behind on the train. Totally drained of their bodily fluid.
She was angry, and her eyes were red like fire...
Once outside of the station, she looked around her slowly, taking everything in.
Smelling the air like a wild animal... looking for his scent.
She searched all day and night for him. Not letting her tired body sleep.
Now she had found him!
Now he was hers... she thought, as she knocked on his door...
Chapter 1:
Chapter 2: You Need Good Manners!
Thank you all again and I'll see you in the next post.
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Steem us up... Scotty.