Jenny Anders

Jenny raced down the steep staircase to the seventh floor and slid, unseen, into the lift. The underground carpark was dank and dark when she emerged. Briefly, she paused, listening. “All clear,” she sobbed.

A thick blanket of pristine snow covered the pavement. Running was impossible. The pain was excruciating. Tears slid down her cheeks as used her scarf to create a sling. The sound of a powerful car alerted her to Danny’s approach.

She sobbed, recalling the first day of their honeymoon. “The rumours were true,” she whispered as she crept into the woods.

The blizzard raged covering her footprints as her husband of only two days stepped out of the Land Rover. She trembled, wondering how he sensed her presence. ‘Hell,’ she thought. ‘Andrea wasn’t lying. Danny is warlock.’

“I will find you,” he bellowed.

Still and silent, she waited.

“Mark, was I wrong.”

“Forget her, Danny, she isn’t worth it. Lets go back to the hotel.” Mark yelled in a bid to be heard above the howling wind.

“But she lied to me.”

“Does it matter. So she wasn’t the sweet innocent you believed her to be. That’s life, Danny, it’s called equality of the sexes.”

Jenny pulled the black poncho from her backpack and slipped it over her head. The sheepskin mittens warmed her cold hand. Nearly an hour later, she limped into a Motel on the outskirts of Leeds. Voice quiet, she asked “Do you have any vacancies.”

“Just the one, but it’s small. A single bed, en suite.”

“Brilliant,” she whispered. “I need to rest for a couple of weeks, maybe more. Will cash be okay?”

“Rest, or lie low?”

The sob was involuntary. “Please,” she sobbed.

“You were lucky to escape, Mrs Anders. I’ve known Daniel and his brother since we were kids. Violence against women is a family trait. He was married to my sister for nigh on twelve months. With my help Andrea escaped, but the scars ― both mental and physical ― haven’t healed.”

Published by llamamemeg

I love creating stories; in many ways since I returned to the UK in 2015, it has taken over my life. Until recently, I ran a blog covering my journey through research through writing/editing/publishing my first novel but I discovered that one my somewhat unusual short stories had been "plagarised", I deleted all the content and closed the blog. Something I now regret but regrets are pointless. I recently changed the Eldern Journals from three full length novels to six shorter novels. The books have been extensively revised and I have compiled a book of short stories, title: How Bizarre. Hopefully, when I manage to sus out how to publish my books on KDP, the books should be published before the end of 2022. Getting back into writing articles on my website may take a little longer as it has been so long since I last visited the site. TTFN, for now.

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