Catherine stared at the blood
dripping from the dagger in her hand tinting the ruffled sunny yellow organza
evening dress as it dropped to the elaborate scrolls on the woolen carpet.
Raising her head, she grimaced at the body slumped over the massive desk with
the older man’s life’s juices oozing onto the papers beneath his head. She
willed her trembling legs to move away from the hideous scene, and her back
bumped against the floor to ceiling shelves crammed with books written by sages
of the past. Her hand reached behind her for support and touched a notched area
on the frame. With a whoosh, a section of the shelves opened. Swirling around,
she peered into the darkness beyond. Voices in the hall outside the closed door
offered no other choice but to enter the black void before her. Once inside,
she turned and frantically began feeling the rough casing around the unique
door. Her fingers brushed over a latch, and a hysterical giggle almost escaped
when she pulled and the slat closed. Inky gloom encircled her small frame.
Without thinking, she lifted her other hand to brush away hair that had fallen
into her face. The knife. It was still dangling from her fingers. Shuddering,
she slung it outward and heard the blade’s clang against the stoned walls.
Perspiration beaded her upper lip as she struggled
with the bed coverings to be free of their bond. Finally shoving them all in a
lump onto the floor, she sat up, eased her legs over the edge of the mattress
and leaned forward on her arms for support. What had all of that been about? Dreams can often be a key to a past. Catherine Henderson is about to embark on a journey back in time to learn the answers about confusing events occurring in the present. Now available on Amazon, Smashwords, Nook, Apple, Sony, Kobo, and other e-book publishers. Preview on Amazon http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00F2OGPNU or visit website http://sherryboardman.com. It's different!
