Kiera Hudson & The Creeping Men by Tim O'Rourke

Author:Tim O'Rourke [O'Rourke, Tim]
Language: nld
Format: epub
Published: 2014-10-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I parked my car on the main high street. Getting out, I wandered up and down, marvelling at how different the Ragged Cove looked in summer. How different it was in this layer. Tourists thronged the streets, eating fish and chips, sitting outside cafés drinking tea and coffee, pausing to relax, to read a book and enjoy the warm sun. Seagulls swooped overhead, and the air had that saltiness to it that all seaside towns had. I bought myself an ice cream and wandered the narrow cobbled streets, pausing to look in shop windows. I found an arcade where artists sat outside and painted.

“Hey, pretty lady, want me to paint you?” a tousled-haired artist asked with a beaming smile. He had keen eyes and wore a threadbare denim shirt, which was flecked with paint, as were his hands and wrists.

“No,” I said shyly, my cheeks glowing red.

“Go on,” he urged me, pointing to the seat before his easel. “You’ll make a beautiful picture. You can hang it on your wall.”

“I don’t think so,” I said with a smile.

“I’ll hang it from my wall then?” He grinned boyishly.

“Are you flirting with me?” I asked.

“Perhaps,” he said, his smile never fading.

He was no older than twenty-four. His hair was dark and curly and he wore a stud in his right ear. It sparkled in the sun. His shirt was open and I could see the beginnings of a black tattoo on his chest.

“Perhaps another time,” I said, edging away.

“Is that a promise?” he asked.

“It’s a maybe,” I smiled.

“A maybe is better than a no, isn’t it?” he called after me.

“Yes.” I smiled back over my shoulder at him, walking away.

“I’m Nev,” he called after me.

“Kiera,” I said back.

“Well if that maybe turns into a yes, you’ll find me right here waiting, Kiera,” he said.

I carried on walking without looking back again. It had been a very long time since anyone had taken the time to flirt a little with me. It didn’t mean anything, and no harm had been caused, but it made me feel kinda nice.

As I made my way back to my car, I passed a small hardware store. I stepped inside, out of the bright sun. It was cool in the shop. Taking a torch from the display, I headed for the counter. The shopkeeper took my money and I left the shop, knowing that I would need the torch later that night up at Bastille Hall.

With the windows of my car wound down, I made my way back along the coastal road to the Crescent Moon Inn. I planned on having a deep, relaxing bath and to then sit by the window and watch the world go by as I listened to tunes on my iPhone. I wanted to clear my mind and ready myself for what might happen at Bastille Hall. If my suspicions were right, then I would need all my wits about me. I would have to see everything that there was to see.

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