Eye of the Beholder

“Very creative premise… highly recommended.”
“A very intriguing quick read.”

Extract

Zia felt like she’d known him for ages.
But all she’d ever seen were his feet—and now, one wrist. She was getting to know him, anatomical fragment by fragment.

Zia pressed her eye to the curtain gap. ‘Get ready to run.’ She tapped three times. The chain jerked—then stilled. She tapped again, this time in the Bo Diddley beat. Every musician knew it.

The chain stirred again. A pair of legs swung off the bed. Sneakers hit the floor—Adidas stripes. She tapped again. The figure rose and shuffled toward the window, pulled up short by the chain. Two steps away.

More visible now—rangy as a gutted rabbit, mop of floppy brown hair, jeans, grey hoodie. One hand rubbed his face. He stared into her eyes.
‘What’s he doing?’ Nic asked.

‘Staring.’

‘He can’t reach the window?’

“Wait…’

Blake turned back to the bed and tugged at the headboard. The bed shifted. He tugged again. This time, double the distance. C’mon, Blake.

He was within reach of the lock. Blake shuffled back, reached out, and tapped the glass—Bo Diddley beat. She answered. A grin lit his face. He flung the curtains aside. The glow fell across their faces—and his grin froze into stunned stillness.

Zia pointed at the lock, mimed a twisting motion. He got it. He slipped the latch and Zia stepped inside.

Blake whispered, ‘Who are you?’

She held out her hand. ‘I’m your soulmate. I’ve come to get to know you better.’

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