May 19

Preview: A Little Dialogue Snippet

Chapter One

“I think it’s terribly sad.”

“What do you mean?”

She pointed toward the painting. “To be separated from your one true love for all eternity because of a piece of jewelry.”

“Yeah. But it’s not really the necklace that keeps them apart. It’s not knowing where it is.”

“Someone must know.”

“No one living today. She died over an hundred years ago but her body was never found. Neither was the necklace.”

“Aren’t there stories about her death? About how she fell to her death from the tower window? Someone had to have seen her body to know that.”

“I don’t know. Maybe it went missing after they found her dead.”

“You mean someone stole her body? Why? Oh, wait. To get the necklace, I suppose.”

“Most likely.”

“What about the ghost? How did he die?”

“Some say he was poisoned. Some say he took his own life when he discovered his love was dead. But the most probable is the stories that say he drowned in the sea in the cove behind the manor.”

“I suppose his body was never found, either?”

“It was, actually. On the beach. They buried him there, in that little grove of trees, but they only managed to inter his body. His spirit still wanders the mansion in want of his lost love.”

“There has to be a way to help him find rest. How terrible it must be to roam the ‘in between’ for eternity, pining for a love you can no longer have.”

“You’re such a romantic. Why don’t you have a love of your own to pine after?”

“No one meets my standards, I suppose. Plus, I’m kind of plain.”

“I hadn’t noticed. Well, if you’re done here, it’s past time for me to close up.”

“Yes, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to keep you.”

“No problem. You’ll be back tomorrow?”

“Maybe. This is my first time home in five years. I want to go up to the manor. It galls me that I’ll have to buy a ticket to get inside the house I once called home, but I suppose I will if I must.”

“If she cannot raise enough money off sales from the tours to pay the taxes, she has to leave. The manor will be auctioned off. Maybe you should spend your time outside trying to frighten the curious away?”

“To what end? Even if she is forced to auction, I haven’t the means to bid. My childhood home is still lost to me.”

“You’re really just interested in trying to see the ghost, aren’t you?”

“I’ve seen him before. At least I think I have. When I was young.”

“Now you’re pushing it. Unless you want to try and convince me that not only are ghosts real but you can see them.”

“It’s possible. Anything is possible if you believe.”

“Yeah? Well then, I suppose it is possible you could see your ghost friend tomorrow. If you do, ask him about the necklace. It’s worth a bloody fortune. If you could find it, you’d definitely have enough to buy the place—ten times over.”

“Maybe I will.”

“Goodnight. And welcome home.”

“Thanks. See you tomorrow.”

Chapter Two

“That mean old witch! She wouldn’t sell me a ticket. Said the tour was limited and then stood there daring me to protest while she locked the front gate.”

“Did you?”

“Did I what?”
“Protest.”

“Oh. No. I should have. I wanted to. But I didn’t. What are you doing today?”

“A lot of sweeping up. You wouldn’t believe the dust that gets tracked over these floors, even from a few visitors a day.”

“Want some help? Since I am not allowed inside the manor, I don’t have anything else to do.”

“I guess you’re just going to let him suffer, then.”

“Who?”

“Your ghost friend. The one who is so lost without his love he cannot cross over into the ever after.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in ghosts?”

“Never said I didn’t believe in them. Just wondered if you would admit to having seen one is all.”

“And now you want me to help when I can’t even get inside the manor. You’re a puzzle, you know that?”

“Trying to piece me together? Struggling to see where I fit?”

“If you don’t have another broom, I suppose I’ll go back to the hotel. Surf the ‘net.”

“Or you could go for a swim. The cove is a public beach. The witchtress can’t stop you from hanging out down there.”

“It is particularly humid today.”

“You probably don’t even own a bikini.”

“What makes you say that?”

“You wear so many clothes it’s impossible to guess whether you actually have a shape beneath them or not. It’s easy to figure you don’t like to put your body on display.”

“I put it on display. Sometimes. Mostly for the lights in the tanning booth at the salon near my apartment, but…”

“So you do have one?”

“A bikini or a shape?”

“Either.”

“Both, actually. Not that you’ll ever know. But I think I will go for a swim now that you’ve mentioned the cove is public. Maybe the ghost will have grown tired of the witchtress and gone for a bit of a swim himself.”

“Didn’t know they did that.”

“If you’re referring to ghosts and whether or not they swim, you might want to brush up on your ability to recognize the signs.”

“Signs?”
“Sarcasm tags. They were clearly surrounding my quip, but you missed them by a mile.”

“You’re a cheeky little thing, aren’t you?”

“Only when I’m wearing a bikini!”

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Posted May 19, 2017 by Tina Adams in category "The Usual Stuff

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