I had nominated a few fellow bloggers to write a story using the picture below:
I wanted to write my own story, but for some reason the inspiration that initially struck has dissipated. I have written and rewritten this story so many times and I find myself growing more and more frustrated with every change. I’m not exactly happy with the way this turned out, but I do not want to change it again. So I decided to change it, because it’s not horrible, it just seems to be missing something. I’ll come back to it at a later time when I’m not so frustrated and my head is a little more clear.
Without further ado, here is the story
The Overlook Inn
Sometimes life throws you curve balls, sometimes, you find yourself prepared for such curve balls, glove at the ready, and at others your cheek is turned and the ball hits you right in the face. Love, is no exception.
I was staying at a bed and breakfast in Bar Harbor, Maine. I had traveled through parts of New England for work and grown a love for the place. The atmosphere reminded me of what I imagine of England, the cottages, the old time stores, and the beautiful scenery. I’ve been coming to this bed and breakfast, known as the Overlook Inn, for years now, and the owners, James and Dot have become like adopted parents to me. I especially love James’ sense of humor. In the parlor sits an antique desk from the civil war era, and on top of the desk sits an old typewriter, the first of its kind, and next to that a plaque that reads “All work and no play makes James a dull boy.” They look forward to my visits, and I in return, enjoy visiting with them. We have even recently started exchanging Christmas presents.
I especially loved the sun room which sat directly in the ocean. The views were normally spectacular, but tonight the fog was so dense I could feel it in my lungs. I sat in an over sized, wing back chair, one leg bent,and the other resting beneath me, I was so lost in the book I was reading that I didn’t notice that someone had entered the room to throw another log on the fire. I was startled by the rustling of the fallen ash, and the clank of the iron poker as my intruder rearranged the logs. I looked up from my book and was startled to see a younger man, I had assumed it would be James. He felt my gaze and turned his head in my direction. He flashed me a smile, which I returned, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. He was ruggedly handsome, with broad shoulders, dark eyes, and a physique that could only be described as masculine, but I wouldn’t call him muscular.. He had the nicest smile that reached his eyes and as I suddenly realized I had been staring for far too long, I cleared my throat and extended my arm.
“Hello, I’m Kait.”
“Nice to meet you Kait,” he said accepting my hand and kissing it. “I’m Declan.”
I smiled shyly. I don’t think any man over the age of sixty has ever kissed my hand, and that act of chivalry instantly drew me.
“I was just about to go for a walk, care to join me?”
“In the fog?” I asked, surprised.
“Yes. It clears my head. I know that sounds odd, but it does.”
“Not weird, different maybe, but not weird.”
He flashed me another one of his heart stopping smiles. “So will you join me?”
“I’d love to.”
We walked arm in arm, sharing an umbrella, we could barely make out the people walking ahead of us through the fog and misty rain. The air was cool, but not unpleasant. The streetlights guided our bath along the cobblestone streets of the old, Bar Harbor town. I talked about my love of baseball and how it led my to my career as a talent scout for the Orioles. Declan hung on my every word. He listened with such interest, and it was refreshing to have someone listen with the intent to understand rather than reply.
I was in the middle of asking him questions so I could get to know him better when I felt a pair of arms grab me. The next thing I knew I was being dragged away from Declan, and I tried so hard to kick and get out of the man’s grasp, but his hold on me was just too tight. I heard Declan calling out to me and when I looked up I saw him trying to fight off a group of men. I was dragged into a house boat where I was tied to a chair and blindfolded. I was scared of what this man was going to do to me, but all I heard was the rustling of papers and the waves of the ocean as they crashed against the house boat. I heard the mans footsteps approach me and I held an involuntary breath. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so hard it tipped the chair. He put his face next to mine. He searched all of my pockets, but came up empty handed as I didn’t grab any money or belonging as I was only going on a walk with Declan. He kicked over my chair and I braced myself for the worst, but the sound of police sirens were heard in the distance and seconds later I heard the screen door slam.
Hours passed and my arms were growing tired from being tied behind me. I sighed in defeat, thinking that no one was going to find me and come to my rescue. I heard the sound of the screen door open and footsteps again, as they drew closer.
“What do you want?” I was growing angry and I wasn’t about to give this man the satisfaction of begging for salvation.
He untied my wrists and rubbed them. I found it odd, but I was grateful for the relief. He removed the blindfold and I turned my head towards him, ready to face my attacker, but my features instantly softened as I realized it was Declan.
I threw my arms around his neck “I didn’t think you would find me.”
“I wasn’t going to stop until I did.”
To be continued….
Kristian L. Weigman