You are invited to join me on an adventure into the multiple dimensions of existence, where reality and imagination have no boundaries….
It’s Time to share a teaser of ‘The Attic – A World Between Worlds’. I hope you will enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
Looking down to where her feet should be, all Molly could see was a swirling mist. Ahead of her, through the mist she was able to capture glimpses of what appeared to be a staircase. Where the stairs led to, was not yet clear, but she felt the urge to find out and could feel herself being drawn towards them. As Molly placed her foot on the bottom step, the mist began to clear, but all that was visible to her were the wooden stairs leading up to a door. She could feel her heart beat increasing as she walked slowly up each of the steps, the wooden treads creaking softly beneath the weight of her body. Standing at the door, she looked for a handle. The door was of an older style, it had the appearance of a rich red cedar timber with a white porcelain door handle, above this was a matching scratch plate. Beneath the handle was a brass key hole. Reaching out to turn the handle, the door opened easily before her. Curiosity drew her in and she pushed the door open, stepping boldly into the room. Before her was what appeared to be an old attic room, with worn wooden floorboards, a rug in the middle of the room. To the left was an open fireplace in which there was a fire grate and a cast iron kettle. Facing the fireplace were two wing backed arm chairs. Between these was an old sea chest as a coffee table. To her right was an old pine kitchen dresser on which was a beautiful fine china tea set and a matching water jug, cream coloured with pink rose buds. Further to the right of this was a brass daybed tucked in an alcove behind the door, where the roof slanted downwards. Directly in front of her was a dormer window, beneath which was an antique writing desk and an old oak captain’s chair. The light in the room appeared dim, except for a candle on the window sill which burnt brightly, reflecting in the glass panes. Molly heard a soft, swishing sound and turned to see a woman standing by the kitchen dresser, facing away from her. The sound came from the woman’s long skirt sweeping across the wooden floor as she moved. The skirt was of pin-stripped fabric with a bustle and a ruffle at the bottom, and she also wore a white blouse with a high collar and long sleeves, puffed at the top and fitted down her forearms. She turned towards Molly and smiled calmly. But what she saw made Molly stifle a scream, because the woman’s face was that of her own, dark hair swept up into a loose bun, her own turquoise blue eyes stared back at her, like a mirror image!
Molly woke with a start, sitting upright in bed, damp hair clung to her forehead and the sides of her neck, her heart raced. It was just a dream, but it had rattled her. Will, lying next to her stirred, “you ok Babe?” he asked as he reached out to her, patting her thigh reassuringly.
“Yeah… yeah…” Molly stuttered vaguely, “It was j-j-just a dream…just a dream,” she tried to soothe herself. Picking up her phone from the bedside table, she looked at the time, it read 3.05am. She slid back down under the covers and snuggled up behind Will. It was reassuring to feel his body against hers. He wrapped his arm around behind her, pulling her into his body tightly. Feeling safe again, she fell back asleep.
The alarm woke them both at 7am. Will had planned to take Molly away for a couple of days. The brilliant sunrise revealed a gorgeous Winters day, and by mid morning the sun had the warmth that heralded in the coming Spring. White wisps of cloud splashed across a rich azure blue sky, as if they had been placed there purposefully by the touch of an artist’s paint brush. Driving with the windows down and singing carelessly to music on the radio, Will and Molly began another of their infamous road trips. She loved these random days and the carefree feeling of her long dark hair blowing in the breeze through the open windows, it added to the sense of freedom that accompanied such trips. Turning off State Highway 1, Will drove down a road which led them to the tiny coastal village of Lockyer in Kohutu Bay, where he had already booked accommodation for the night. The location was a surprise for Molly, as they were celebrating their first wedding anniversary. Will had not given her any clues as to where they were going. He had only told her the day before and instructed her to simply pack a bag, they were going on a road trip. Such a pretty, picturesque and peaceful spot, the tiny village overlooked a sheltered bay surrounded by steep emerald green hills, on top of which were tall wind breaks created by aged macrocarpa hedges. As they drove into the village there was a small park, the rich green lawns framed by beautiful brightly coloured flowers and a central rose garden surrounding a small water fountain. It was well designed with a playground at the rear where children and dogs played happily whilst parents chatted beneath the shade of Pohutakawa trees (also known as New Zealand Christmas Trees). Bordering the park were a couple of old boat sheds that had been converted into an art gallery and a craft shop. To Molly it could have been a scene from a painting by Monet. As they drove further down the road she scanned the shops for somewhere to get a coffee and something to eat. Across the road from the water’s edge they found a quirky cafe where, being a fine day, people were sitting outside and enjoying their meals in the sun and the beautiful view across the bay. The old cottage had been transformed by someones artistic talents into what looked like a scene out of a Dr Seuss book. After parking the car a little way up the road, she and Will walked back towards the cafe, browsing briefly at the other shops. “Oh damn it, I forgot my phone. Wait here Hun”, Molly exclaimed, her hand slipped from Will’s as she ran back to the car. Looking over his shoulder, Will watched her, capturing a delicious moment in time. It was almost like Time stood still, just for him. He watched as her tall slender body leaning against the car whilst she checked for messages on her phone – the photographer in him took over. He removed the lens cover from the camera he had slung across his chest. Through the lens he watched her, the camera clicking constantly. It was the way in which she moved that he found her so captivating – elegant, gracefully playful, and sexy. He watched and snapped each moment. As the wind caught her long, dark curly hair, she brushed it back from her face, revealing the beauty of her facial features. The angle of light highlighted this, her skin of a lightly tanned complexion, naturally rosy cheeks emphasised by a light sprinkling of playful freckles across the bridge of her cute upturned nose. Dark eyebrows and long lashes framed her turquoise coloured eyes. Her full lips, which curled upwards in the corners gave the expression of her happy nature. Her smile was infectious. And happy she was, pretty much most of the time, seemingly unaffected by the sadness from her past, she portrayed a contentment with life, wise beyond her years. Walking back towards Will, she wagged her finger at him and scolded playfully, “Must you?” Catching up to him, she wrapped her arms around his waist and whispered in his ear teasingly, “Was it worth it?” With a warm fuzzy heart, his smile said it all.
Their attention was drawn to the enticing delicious smells of freshly made coffee and home baked cakes, muffins and pies, providing the best advertising for the little cafe. Molly spotted a small black and white cat sitting at one of the tables outside. The possibility of a kitty cuddle was always an added bonus. Will went inside to order coffee and something to eat whilst Molly sat down next to the cat, (who was always keen for a cuddle) and looked back along the row of shops, taking in the quaintness of this little picturesque seaside village. Amongst the shops was a small general store providing essentials as it has done for the past 100 years. Next door to this was a petrol station, and a takeaways advertising that they make the ‘Best Fish and Chips in New Zealand’. Beyond this was a very impressive two storey weatherboard house built in 1886 surrounded by manicured gardens where tables and chairs sat nestled amongst the flowering azaleas and gardenias, beneath the shade of a pohutakawa tree. Now a seafood restaurant, it was originally ‘The Tearooms’. Across the road from this was the old hotel, offering meals and accommodation. Looking south down the road leading out of the village, to the right, up on the hillside was a small timber school building dating back to the early 1800’s, the original community hall next door provided a place for the local playgroup and a renovated old barn had been converted into another art gallery specialising in locally carved Pounamu (New Zealand Greenstone, Jade), flax weavings. Out the front of the shop stood large stone carvings made from Oamaru limestone.
As they enjoying a coffee and a cat cuddle whilst sitting out the front of the Cafe taking in their surroundings, they noticed a group of people gather excitedly at the waters edge. They were observing a pod of dolphins playing in the water. Molly sat back in her chair, watching in delight as Will ran across the road to get some photo’s. She loved being able to watch him from a distance. His tall, trim, muscular body moved with ease. She loved to drink in these moments, it was like eating dessert – his olive complexion and hazel eyes which twinkled from amber, to green, to blue framed by his dark eyebrows and thick lashes. His hair stylishly cut short underneath with a long top that flopped to one side, playfully concealed his eyes whenever he looked downwards at her, made her heart skip. Across the bridge of his curved nose was a smattering of freckles. Oh god, she could eat him, but not now. She’ll just savour the moment for later. Excitedly, he skipped back across the road and sat next to Molly at the table, eager to share the photos with her.
With the dolphins moved on and brunch having satisfied their appetite for now, Will and Molly decided to go exploring. They were to stay overnight in a local holiday bach (cottage) and were hoping to stay on a little longer if it were available for the following two nights. Flipping ‘Destiny’ (the name they gave an old 20c coin Molly kept in the console between the front seats in the car), to see whether to go north or south, they let the ‘heads or tails’ of the coin decide. ‘Destiny’ landed with heads up and they drove north along the waterfront, on a sealed road which took them out of town, winding along the waters edge. The road was bordered by water on the left hand side with steep, lush green hills, dotted with sheep on the right. Just a few kilometres out of town, off to the right was another road which headed inland winding up amongst the hills, taking them further into the countryside. The road was unsealed but well maintained. It was fun to drive randomly down back roads and enjoy the old houses and barns, the hidden gems, the sleepy, forgotten places they would find.
Unexpectedly, they came to the end of the road. As Will pulled over to turn the car around, something in the long grass caught his eye. The ‘For Sale’ sign was more than a little tatty, faded in colour, and lopsided. The grassy verge surrounding it was long and unkept, having not been mown for quite awhile. The gardens were overgrown, almost obscuring the house completely from the road. The house looked as if it had not been occupied for many years, but it beckoned to them, almost desperate for their attention. Molly and Will sat in the car intrigued by the strong pull they were both feeling. Content with the house they were renting, they were not intentionally looking for somewhere else to live, although they had had the occasional discussion on this topic, of what kind of property they would like to buy and knew that it would be an unusual type of house. Staring out the car window they could sense something alluring, inviting them in, beckoning them. Or maybe it was someone rather than something… Curious to know more, Molly got out of the car to read the telephone number from the faded sign and rang the real estate to enquire a little further. Hidden behind the sign covered by the long overgrown grass, were the remnants of an old picket fence, with a name plate barely readable, the paint of the lettering faded and pealing. Pulling the grass away from it Molly was able to read the sign …
~ The Muse ~
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