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Elena then noticed something else. “He died on May 30 1593, didn’t we find out?”
“Look, if I put in the transits for that very day, Pluto is closely conjunct his midheaven and Neptune is hovering close to his ascendant, just like it is in mine right now.”
The following day, Elena spent most of the morning lying on the sofa reading, fighting off any weariness by making herself cups of tea. In the end, Michael had gone to work a little later than normal, though not until he had made sure she was feeling better. Around eleven, just after she had re-opened … Continue reading ‘The Kissing Game’ Chapter 10, Short Story Serialisation by Milly Reynolds
“I am… quite beautiful,” she whispered.
She recognised the room, the bed in the corner where someone was lying. Walking up to the bed, she recognised him, though he made no move, as if he was asleep. She peered more closely; then he opened his eyes, slightly.
The following morning found Elena knocking at Mary Allen’s door. Her neighbour could see that something was amiss. “This is getting seriously weird.” Mary brought through a Royal Albert pot of tea and two matching cups and saucers, placing them clumsily on the coffee table in front of the sofa. “Early Grey, Elena, things always … Continue reading ‘The Kissing Game’ Chapter 8, Short Story Serialisation, by Milly Reynolds
The woman in the florists was adamant: There was not even one male member of staff, let alone anyone matching Elena’s description of the young man she thought had served her. “Back to square one, Dear,” Mary whispered as they exited the florists into the cold drizzle. “Maybe I dreamed of meeting him here, too,” … Continue reading ‘The Kissing Game’ Chapter 7, Short Story Serialisation, by Milly Reynolds
“Who are you?” She touched the table where he was sitting, it felt so real. Then he stood, pulling her gently towards him, kissing her.
That morning, Elena virtually pushed Michael out of the door. Today wouldn’t be about astrology per se. It would be about research. But first, she felt the need to confide with her great friend and neighbour, Mary Allen. Luckily, she was free, which she normally was after her recent retirement. Around thirty years her senior, … Continue reading ‘The Kissing Game’ Chapter 4 Short Story Serialisation, by Milly Reynolds
“Who... are you?” she said, falteringly. Was that her real heart racing, or some fantasy within this temporary sheath in which she found herself?
“Hm. Maybe he whispered it into your ear after kissing you.”
“Funny, ha ha.”
Michael smirked. “Was he as good as me?” He reached across, kissing Elena full on the lips, lingeringly.
“Mn, that was nice.”
He looked into her lovely blue-green eyes. “You are so beautiful, did you know that?”