JO JANOSKI resides in Pittsburgh, PA, USA with her husband, Ron.
The Storyteller's Muse, Chapter 19, Pt. 1
The Storyteller's Muse
David crossed the room, his expression rigid, unaware of Sara. She rushed to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
Chapter 19, Pt. 1
He stopped short. "Sara?"
"David, what is going on? I barely got your message."
Looking away, he ran a hand through his hair. "It's Margot. She's up in the room. I've been with her."
For the first time their eyes met. His were soft and pleading. "She called me. I didn't know what to do. I knew she was missing, and I knew I couldn't let her out of our sights. So I went to her. She was here, in Smithton. I've spent the last few days trying to settle her down."
Sara had never seen the usually confident David so rattled. He looked exhausted, the lines on his face reached desperately downward and gray smudges encircled his eyes. Stepping back, she studied him. In the quiet, a sudden warmth filled her. Justin! She could feel the spirit close by. He would help her through this. Her heart pitter-pattered in her chest. Why did the spirit affect her so?
"She'd been wandering aimlessly," David continued, looking more relaxed. "I found her on the edge of town. That's when I tried to call you and Margot grabbed the phone. She kept wanting me to bring you here, but our cell cut out. Once we arrived, I had second thoughts about pulling you into this."
"David, even Brenda doesn't know where you are."
He got a faraway look in his eye. "She wouldn't understand," he snipped. "She never will."
Sara's head was swimming, so much coming at her at once. "Well, what's been going on with Margot? Why is she wandering around in such a state? Why did she come here?"
David looked back, his eyes set deep in concern. "Let's go where we can talk. Over there."
The coffee shop was empty except for them. One waitress was on duty, but once she served the two, she settled at the other end of the counter, a Harlequin romance in hand.
"She sees ghosts."
Sara nearly tipped her cup over. "What!"
"She says she sees ghosts."
"I don't understand, especially after she freaked at my place when she thought she saw a renegade spirit."
David glared back, then turned his attention to his coffee, stirring it thoughtfully. "She says it all started then, at your place. Even after she left, ghosts still visited her, telling her to do things."
"What kind of things?"
"She won't tell me, but I think they involve you. She keeps asking for you."
Sara's jaw dropped. What in the world did Margot and her so-called ghosts want with her? She felt Justin tugging at her. He wanted her to do something. Sara's world came crashing in. How much could one person take? It was bad enough trying to figure out Justin. Now she a whole slew of ghosts were gunning for her. Justin persisted in washing through her with feelings of need, a hunger that needed fulfilled. A sense of unfinished business...
Go and see her. Go to Margot.
Justin! The command cut through like a sharpened blade. He wanted her to go and see Margot and her ghosts. Great, just great!
Copyright 2007 JO Janoski
Posted: 08:14 PM, July 25, 2007 in My Online Novel in Progress