Masters & Lovers Box Set Three
Chapter 22
Mitch - Twenty-Six Years Ago
Has she been hasty?
Over-reacted?
Mitch wanders the lovely apartment. Light and airy. Just what she would have chosen for herself once she’d earned the money.
He's taken notice of her tastes.
In the one bedroom, the double, clean white linen. In the other, the same but on the twin beds.
He volunteered to sleep alone…
He gave her choices…
She makes herself tea, sits on the window seat looking out over the marina…
That wonderful Christmas…
That beautiful ship…
Another harbour…
His love-making…
She sets down the teacup, placing it carefully on the saucer. A finger stroking the line of her jaw, she watches as a rowing eight makes its way between pleasure-boats, the hull slicing through the water with surprising speed. Sailing yachts and motor cruisers line this side of the harbour wall, some with proud owners waxing decks or touching up paintwork.
To the far side, fishing boats bob in their moorings beside stacks of nets, coiled ropes, hydrants and hoses.
Tall masts reach for the sky, mirrored down into shimmering water, their pennants and flags rippling. Gulls screech and as one of the small day-ferries pulls between the harbour walls, its horn blasts.
She's been foolish…
… Panicked.
This man isn’t her brother. He isn’t Stephen. He doesn’t want to cage her. He wants to set her free.
He loves her?
Really?
Really.
Can she catch him before he leaves? Talk with him?
Maybe…
Spinning, Mitch snatches up her bag, slinging it over her shoulder, and heads out.
*****
The frontage is bright with new paint and freshly cleaned brick and stonework. A small lawn area is neatly clipped, scented of fresh hay. A tall billboard stands by the entrance, painted in cheerful colours; cartoon cows and sheep frolicking in a bright green meadow under a daffodil sun. “Blessingmoors…”
Mitch stands on the doorstep, raps the well-polished brass knocker, smart against its dark green background. There is no reply. After a few moments, she knocks again.
Still no answer.
frowns then passes to a nearby window where clean white paint frames polished glass. The sashes on the
perhaps, with low
But no people.
back to the door and knocks again. Still with no reply, she tries the handle, but the door
to the window on the other side. This
eyes of the world. Crossing tidily mown grass she comes to a concreted area ending
suggestions, racial slurs and the political comment of the unthinking and the unknowing, sits by crude images; coarse, badly drawn. At the top, sunlight glints from jagged edges that poke from moss
the building is still
resists from the other side. But as she tries again, pushing harder, screws suck out from sockets in ancient
through then
old mattress lies
gates, as high as the wall and wide enough to take vehicles, are barred on the inside. The only clean thing to be seen is a car, a top-end model, new and freshly waxed but with the tyres splashed green by
are black at the base, glistening green above, and dark-glazed windows are barred on the outside. There is only one door, solidly constructed in steel although rusted in places. There is no handle, just a lock; large, heavy-duty, intended
hovers. This
What did she expect?
of whines, the door swings slightly
she reaches,
door: Emergency Exit: Lift Bar. Stone steps lead up and forward to some brighter light, perhaps a hallway. What might be sunshine spills from the
inside; to right and left, more steps, narrow and winding, leading
… upwards…
and abandonment, rats and hopelessness. Ragged holes gape through the plaster, bleeding wires that
What's that sound?
Sobbing?
well of the stairs. A voice screams, pleads and
clang. The sound of
or you'll know about it.” Another
metallic
Boots stamping
… and silence.
her skin, Mitch takes a step up, then another. Her heels
cast over
the length of the corridor, doors; steel, set in heavy metal frames and with sliding peepholes.
the sound of laughter and cursing; crude language; the kind that cheapens speaker and listener. But it comes no closer. Mitch tries to
her mouth to suppress the shriek. Eyes darting, she follows the movement, but the rat isn’t interested in her. It goes about its business, vanishing into a crevice in
noise is no closer than it was. Slowly, carefully, she slides the peephole. Well-greased, it opens with barely a sound, but nonetheless, faces swing her way at the slight
Some pretty. Some not so
To the far end, a window, painted out and barred. Lined along either side are
the thin mattresses, others sit on
one of the girls opens
It’s alright. I’m a
some barely women, some barely children.
bruises to limbs or face. Many stand, reaching out hands; imploring, weeping,
let
yammering something to the others, waving down with her
through the draw-hole. “I’m coming. I’ll help. But you have to be
which slides smoothly and silently open. The bottom bolt too. But she struggles with the bar which grates
Nothing…
but a
The door opens.
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