Chapter nine

Learning And Leaving

While the two men played in their dark world, Etienne fled. There was no point leaving the way they had come along the road as he would catch up to her. He had a car. But she had asked and found another way out, a way which thwarted Hunter ability. There was just one problem with it.

Etienne ran past a line of ( Read more... )

Chapter Eight

It was a long time after these events that I found out what had happened. Again, if only I had known... but Flyte never spoke much to anyone about her thoughts or feelings or dreams. And she never accounted for her actions. Not back then. I just trusted blindly.

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Chapter Seven

The Guilty Party

I won't bore you with the preparations for our Christmas-In-November party. After the early morning farm chores, during which Etienne vanished for a walk because she was on holiday and refused to work, Jen and I set up tables and cleaned the old brick barbecue. The three of us slung a tarp over the hills hoist and ( Read more... )

Chapte Six

A Gay Old Time

Etienne surprised me as she charmed and sleeked her way through my immediate family like a long lost favourite cousin. My mother thought she was polite and gracious; my older brother, Matty, thought she was like royalty due to her accent and dress, and my younger sister, Jen, thought she was style on a stick; like something ( Read more... )

Chapter Five

The Road Trip

I'd lived in Melbourne long enough to appreciate the typical switcheroo weather that turned up to baffle the tourists, and that morning was a ripper. Although it was warm the skies were intermittently gleaming azure then angry black. The rain would fall heavy for several minutes then pull away while the sun shone a ( Read more... )

Chapter Four

What I'm aware of now fills in some gaps. Of course, I sometimes wonder how different things might have been if I had known then what I understand now. The capriciousness of Chronicler Gift is almost worse than the Knowledge. Forgive my use of prose - I find it easier to read and understand than straight, cold notes. Besides, Chronicler ( Read more... )

Chapter Three

Family Matters

By the time Flyte knocked on my door at six that evening I had gone through several moods, all resulting from her revelation about Amsterdam. At first I had been confused, amused, then hurt, angry and insulted. Now I was simmering into defiance, and in the back of my mind I was feeling good about the prospect of standing ( Read more... )

Chapter Two

The Bank Job

The next morning flew by at the Southern Star Bank. I couldn't honestly tell you what I'd done for the first few hours as my mind was certainly not on my work. I was at the windows doing customer service and after the early rush I did some clearing of the drawers for the safe, but I don't know if I gave out the right money ( Read more... )

Part One

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There isn't much time. What I have left I intend to put to good use. This is a compilation of my diaries, jottings, my understanding now of what happened in the past, our relationships and the consequences of our lives and deaths - at least if ( Read more... )