Some of you have read an excerpt or two from my wip, “Annaliese’s Dream”… today, I offer another. Hope you enjoy.
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The wedding dress, off white, silk satin A line, off the shoulder sleeveless, hung on the bedroom closet door like a solitary oak leaf resisting fall’s inevitable call to winter, shrine to the day that never was.
Waking slowly, Annaliese shaded half opened eyes from a light too bright, beaming through the windows, the sun already risen for more hours than she’d been asleep. She couldn’t remember exactly when she’d gone to bed, didn’t really care; having no interest in getting up, she rolled over, arms reaching for Ian’s side of the bed.
Instead of feeling her fiancé’s warm, well muscled flesh, instead of seductively sliding over for some early morning spooning, her hands felt the still chilled contours of a bottle tangled up in the blankets; a distant light bulb began to glimmer. Señor Patrón had beckoned a little after midnight; her welcome wearing thin at her own pity party, Annaliese gave herself fully and willingly, despair having dispatched her closer to the edge of the cliff.
Months had passed since the Feds last came to the house searching for whatever it was they were searching for; her own novice detective work having produced nothing, she was no closer to learning about what clearly was Ian’s double life, until last night when she literally, in a gesture of nostalgic self-indulgence, stumbled on their joint “pack, re-pack, go through later” box; there, buried beneath their memories, hiding in plain sight, was a tablet.