Her Spoke'en Dreams
Suzanne Taylor, author
Fear All Evil 6:00 p.m. The shadows were deepening, and he moved back into them, his black pants and shirt melting into the dark. His face was narrow with high-cut cheekbones, his skin so burned and blackened by the sun appeared to be flayed along the edges. His eyes, deep-set and black as pitch, made folks step back and swear they'd seen the devil in them! They weren't far from wrong. This alley, was perfect for his needs. Only one entrance that looked out onto the street, no back doors to shops, a mountain of empty boxes and crates. It was the favorite late-night haunt of the bums and winos in the neighborhood. They would'’t be around for a few hours he'd made sure he'd checked it out thoroughly first. Couldn't have one of those booze-soaked morons messing up his good time! Soon, he thought. Soon she'll come. I feel it in my bones. He didn't know who she would be, only that he knew she would soon be his. The thought had barely slid through his mind when he heard the unmistakable click, click, click of high heels on the sidewalk. "Ah, there you are, my pet, I've been waiting for you!" As he slithered out of the shadows and snatched his prey, a wide sneer showed teeth almost as black as his face. "Shut up, you live!" he whispered in her ear.. When Adelaide was raped and left for dead, by a then-unknown assailant, she and her soon-to-be husband Paul, had no idea how harrowing and deadly their futures would become. The birth of their twin sons, Chester and Clive would be the beginning of a bike ride down a very slippery slope.