The only residents remaining in the small town of Miners Hill are spirits. Nestling on the side of the hill, the ghost town served as a reminder of how people could turn against one another. Curious passersby quickly sensed unease when they stepped within the town’s boundaries – and those who did not leave quickly, soon never left at all. A malignant force had been unleashed a decade ago when an abandoned shaft was discovered. Too late, the miners discovered why it had been abandoned; too late they realised how the force could be captured and enclosesd once again. Now the malignant being was getting hungry and was no longer satisfied with the less frequent visitors to the silent and forlorn town. Somehow it had to broaden its horizons.
The crew of the Angel Flame received orders to head out. They had heard that time was running out – the distress signal had been heard 25 hours ago! So often people’s pride got in the way of what needed to be done. The powers that be had known the crew were available but they wanted to appear to be all knowing, all powerful. At the cost of the young girls’ lives. Hopefully it would not be too late to save them. Stealth was their secret: the men manning the boat would not see them coming from under the water. Nor would they see the submarine crew board their ship.
Arriving at the beach, she reflected on her life. She had lived long and experienced life to the full. She had had such fun with Ross: their antics may have got them into trouble but they had seized the day! She remembered cradling Megan in her arms. Motherhood was one experience she treasured – especially after she had lost Ross, the love of her life. She had never loved with that passion and abandonment again; yet Rory had brought to her a sense of peace and contentment. His love had calmed the sense of agony she had felt after the accident. Listening to the waves crashing on the shore, she smiled. She heard them now, the voices of her grandchildren and the rest of her family. Soon they would be next to her and yet she knew she was ready to go and meet Ross; she had done and seen everything life had to offer. Soon the pain would be over and the act of living complete.
Little did they know when the photographer took their picture that they would find themselves trapped in a painting. For eternity, they would play the same refrain of their favourite jazz piece. The artist looked at the musicians in admiration as he hung them up on the wall. Whenever he looked at them, the man would remember that pleasant day and the exact moment when Clarisse accepted his marriage proposal. She did not yet know the extent of his ability – and did not realise that if he ever took her picture and painted it, she would remain forever his. He looked at the rest of his collection: of events and people trapped forever in a moment of time. He guarded them well, making sure that they could not escape into the present. They were his. Forever.
Who else do you think the photographer has trapped in a moment of time?
Dropping her line into Fool’s Lake, she patiently waited for something to bite. Fishing was a little like her life at the moment. She had to wait quietly, calmly, for the results she wished to know right now. But worrying about possibilities would not speed up the process in any way. Taking a deep breath, she looked out onto the rippling blue water of the lake. She allowed the tranquillity of the scene to seep into her soul and quieten her fears. The light breeze moved through her hair and the silence on the pier was an unexpected gift. She knew that if the tests were positive and she did have cancer, her life would change. No longer would she tumble headlong into meetings and flights all over the country. Instead, hospital visits would be on her agenda. Her priority would be her health and the healing of her body.
What would you do while waiting for life-changing news?
She was unaware that she was being watched. He focused his powerful binoculars to see her clearly. She looked regal – an animal who belonged in the wild. He wondered about her life and experiences. Had it been easy to protect her young and defend herself against the largest predator of all? He eyed the thickness and shine of her pelt with greed then thought again about her young. He believed her pelt was meant to grace the floors of his cabin – and if he found the younglings, then his day would be made.
The detectives entered the cabin and looked around with distaste. The pelts of wild animals were strewn across the floors and seating areas. The startled faces of the creatures formed gruesome rows on the wall. But the hunter had met his match yesterday morning when he had approached a wolf who defended her pups with the ferocity only a mother protecting her young can show.