Authors: Mary Ting
Sneak Peek
The Ghosts of Rue Dumiane.
by Alexandrea Weis
Shaking her head slightly, she moved on to the hallway that separated the bedrooms from the rest of the cottage. Just as the slender fingertips of light retreated from the hallway, Danica came to the first bedroom door. She pushed the thick cypress door open and reached into the dark, windowless room for the light switch. When she flipped the switch on the wall next to her, the small room became drenched with warm light from the lamp mounted in the ceiling fan above. The dome over the lamp had been covered with frosty glass, muting the harshness of the bright light. Soft blue paint covered the walls while a matching blue carpet had been placed on the floor. Overhead, the ceiling had been left an austere shade of white.
Danica leaned against the doorframe and reflected on the various stages of childhood and adolescence she had gone through while occupying this room. The rainbow-painted walls her mother had painstakingly decorated for her had been replaced with posters of boy bands and television heartthrobs until her mother had died. After the funeral, Danica had come home and removed all the posters in a fit of rage, wanting to be surrounded once more by her mother’s rainbows. The last year she had spent in this room, she had felt comforted by those rainbows, as if her mother’s love had been forever sealed beneath the paintbrush strokes on her walls.
“I missed this old place,” she whispered.
A sudden rush of cold air moving down the hallway caused Danica to turn away from the bedroom door and peer into the darkness behind her. She took a few steps further down the hall until the aroma of cigar smoke mixed with a hint of brandy wafted in the air around her. Danica remembered that smell. It had always filled her bedroom whenever the dark man would appear.
“Is it you?” she softly called into the hallway. “It’s me, Danica. I’ve come back. Just like I said I would.”
Danica walked briskly past the entrance to the master bath to the final door at the end of the hall. Without hesitation, she pushed the cypress door open and walked inside the master bedroom. The light from the large picture window overlooking the courtyard shone into the room, accentuating the deep burgundy color of the carpet beneath her feet. She stepped into the center of the room and observed the ceiling fan above. Danica waited, straining with every breath to hear the slightest stirring.
“Welcome home,” a man’s wispy voice resonated around her.
A hopeful smile curled the edges of Danica’s heart-shaped mouth. “Thank you, Gaston. It’s good to be home.
About the Author
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl
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