Black Water Tales: The Secret Keepers by JeanNicole Rivers

Author:JeanNicole Rivers
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9781621102687
Published: 2012-04-15T23:00:00+00:00

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The monk’s head was lowered and his face was shadowed by an oversized hood. The draped figure was short, small in frame and its bulky taupe gown covered it completely. When Regina lifted from her chair to get a closer look, the figure beckoned to her once again, then turned and fled into the alleyway, the bottom of his gown billowing behind him in the wind.

Regina’s father grabbed her hand.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” a distracted Regina told her father as she moved up the street, compelled to the covert character.

“OK, you want me to walk you?” Mr. Dean asked with concern.

Regina declined with a headshake, never looking back.

“Hurry back,” her father told her as she walked toward the port-a-potties that lay just ahead of her.

The chaotic cluster of noises that was wailing all around her faded into a distant murmuring and Regina could hear herself breathing hard as she came to the corner where the monk had stood only seconds before. Down the alley, she could barely see the door of Clark’s swinging to a close with just enough time for the swell of the brown gown to slip inside. She looked around at the streets whose unconventional activity now made her feel like she was inside a funhouse. Her head was spinning and she rested against the brick wall for a moment before leaning forward and placing her hands on her knees trying to catch the breath that now eluded her.

“What the hell?” she whispered to herself when her eyes fell to the ground. Regina dipped to pick up the photograph. Regina ran her fingers along the jagged edge of the photo where it had been torn. Nikki smiled awkwardly at her from the picture, but Glen was now gone, ripped away.

Initially, logic discouraged her from following the cloaked creature, but in the end it was the same logic that changed her mind and made her decide to pursue the stranger. Because in this hour, in this place, nothing made sense, but she reasoned that in a world where nothing made sense, everything made sense and just inside of that door at the end of that dark alley were some answers that she needed.

Regina jogged down the alley, her boots thudding on the concrete.

She stopped in front of the door where she contemplated the consequences of crossing this point of no return.

Running away was a viable option, but then what, she wondered. How much longer could she run? She couldn’t. Despite what may happen, she just wanted the running to be over and end the treadmill hell. Regina swung open the metal door and stepped into the gloomy showroom.

“Hello? Mr. Clark?” Regina spoke out.

Silence; nothing but stiff, throat-clogging silence.

Regina walked the room cautiously.

“I know you’re in here,” she said to the stranger.

“I just want to know what you know. You want me or want to tell me something, so here I am.” Regina waited for an answer that never came.

In the light of day, Mr. Clark’s angel sculptures

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