Miss You Mad: a psychological romance novel by Atkinson Thea

Author:Atkinson, Thea [Atkinson, Thea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-14T08:00:00+00:00

We took Hannah's rental car out to Pembroke. I knew my way in the dark to that spot as well as I knew my own garden. The moon, though it wasn't full, offered plenty of light. Once past the hospital, we came to a wharf and derelict fishing shanties.

"Look at those shadows," Hannah murmured as she slowed the car to a crawl. She pointed to a large dark void created by stacked lobster traps.

"God. Look at that." This time she stopped the car in the middle of the road. Without bothering to pull over to the shoal, she jumped out and scrambled up the small hill to a falling down building. I knew what was inside; I'd been here plenty. I wondered what she'd think of the cache of forgotten barrels.

I slipped over to the driver's seat and stuck the car in gear. Within seconds, I pulled into the dirt driveway that had she been patient enough, would have noticed made a path straight up the middle of the village of deserted but not abandoned shanties. At one time they'd been used as living quarters by poor fishermen, but were now utilised, quite practically, as storage sheds by wealthier ones--lobster bringing a prettier penny these days.

Turning off the engine, I rolled down the window. Peepers peeped. I cleared my throat and gave a shout.

"What did you find?"

Nothing came back. Only the song of tiny frogs. I got out.

"Hannah?"

She made a delighted squeak; it came from around the bend. I smiled. Couldn't help myself. I knew she'd found the tumbling building whose roof bent in the middle as if it were the curve of a woman's waist. That unpainted, long unused building stored barrels upon barrels upon barrels. Some stood like little soldiers outside; most piled high on top of each other, were inside, visible through the paneless window. If she liked shadows, she'd find plenty there.

I shuffled my way up the path and found her staring into the darkness between the sentry barrels. "Look, Daniel." She crouched so that her eye level was about the middle of the barrels. "Look at the view of the water between these." She motioned me closer. Hunkering next to her, I peeked out of the shadow created by the barrels and into the black water.

"If you think of the moonlight on the water as milk, then the cloud shadows are almost like little sponges drying up the puddles." She indicated with her hands how the barrel edges formed a frame for the living painting.

"Neat," I said, and quaked over the word because it was such a stupid thing to say.

She moved closer, lifting her face to mine. I swallowed convulsively, as I pictured those full lips stretching wide to take me in the way she had back at the pub. She smiled, obviously reading my thoughts as she pulled my mouth down to hers. Her lips had the same satin texture on my mouth as they'd had around my prick.

I stuck my tongue between the gap in her front teeth.

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