‘A Conspiracy of Ravens’

Part Four

A Conspiracy of Ravens

My morning walk with the dogs: there is a figure jogging towards me on the beach, a small dog trotting at his heels. I turn to walk the other way.

“Kirstie!” Ben’s voice carries on the breeze. “Kirstie....”

I ignore him and keep walking.

After a minute or so, there is panting and Ben appears at my side, breathing heavily.

“Kirstie, please….”

Perhaps I should find another place to walk….

“…. We need to talk,” he says.

“I don’t think so. I saw your idea of talking.” I keep moving, stepping up my pace a little, doing everything I can to discourage the conversation.

“Please, Kirstie. Do you want me to apologise? Alright, I apologise. Is that good enough for you?”

I stop, turning to face him. “What exactly are you apologising for?”

His face falls. “I’m apologising for losing my temper as I did. It came as a bit of a shock, everything that you said, that Michael said.”

“And for threatening Charlotte?”

Now he reddens. “I wasn’t threatening her.”

my mood, milling around me, jittery and nervous. Meg shows

were screaming and shouting at her, Ben. She tried to get away from you, but you shoved her. I saw it. You temper looked

have hit her.” He sounds

stand a little further away

“You don’t really think that I’m the kind of man

wave around me, indicating the dogs. “What do I make of you, Ben? Even the dogs are reading you, your body language. They’re

he snaps. “You screw around, and you admitted to fucking my brother

they wanted to be. No-one was coerced and everyone enjoyed themselves. And the same applies to Michael’s arrangements with James

at the sand. “You didn’t

do it. You heard James. He asked Francis to call them. If he thinks you’re a threat to Charlotte,

at the sand with a toe, then, “Do you

don’t think it’s me you should be talking to. I think you really should

nods, a sharp down-thrust of his chin, and

*****

for me, sitting in his car, working on a

up as he sees me.

was passing, so

have. Coming in

is all

cue,

I go through the motions of putting water

his hands resting on my waist,

the line of my jaw and down to my neck where he has placed his

horny, are we?”

and so

I curve into his embrace.

“I have

“Ideas?”

the bedroom, he waits quietly while I draw curtains and light a couple of candles, then he moves to

makes

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