The next day, Camille Baptiste woke up before her
mother Gabby Baptiste. She listened intently for the sound of her
mother walking about. Then threw off her covers and walked over to her window. For several minutes she stood there gazing
down.
For a moment the street looked surreal. Camille shook out her thoughts and then
looked again. The street looked exactly as it did last night. Only in the daylight the grass, trees houses
and cars were brightening by the Sunlight.
Last night had
certainly been a strange especially coming face to face with a person from her
past.
Camille took a deep breath
and closed her eyes. She could smell Desmond Garcia’s brand of cigarettes and his aftershave.
When she thought about him she could see him.
Desmond Garcia was a tall man. With jet back wavy hair and
slanted sleepy lidded eyes of coffee brow.
She breathed out slowly. Once again she felt
that eerie feeling again. She felt like she was being watched.
The feeling grew and her heart beat raced wildly.
The feeling grew and her heart beat raced wildly.
That surreal feeling came
again. A chilled frisson passed over
her.
“Camille?”
Camille jumped as a shiver ran down her spine.
“Mom, I thought you were still asleep.
“Is anything wrong Camille? You almost jumped out of your skin,”
Gabby Baptiste asked.
“Oh mom I’m fine.”
Gabby’ eyes dark as coffee widened. She knew her daughter.
She wasn’t fine. “Camille I just want to
know what happened to you last night.”
She blew out a breath. “I don’t know mom. I guess I’ve just
been working too much. That’s all it is. There is nothing to worry about.”
Gabby’s mother intuition was buying it. “You’re my daughter.
I know you. You are still not over that
man’s death. You know that Desmond Garcia fellow?”
Camille shifted her gaze and turned to stare of the framed
picture of Desmond she kept on her dresser.
Her mother watched her. “See you still have a picture of
that dead man in your room.
Gabby walked over to the dresser and snatched up Desmond
Garcia’s picture.
“The first thing I’m going to do is get rid of this
picture.”
Camille moved quickly. “No!” She yelled at the top of her
lungs. “If Desmond picture lives this house then I leave it too!”
Stay tuned…….to be continued…
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