Peter and the man who stayed mask enter the house. The gun concealed within the folds of his clothes. Going towards the study, both were halted.
“What are you doing here?” Leo eyes them curiously where he stands just in the door both dogs at his side.
“I need some money from the safe. This isn’t your business though. Step aside.” Peter look at him with a sharpness they shared when doing delicate business. It was a warning.
Peter step into the study, his captor for the moment shortly on his heels. Going directly to the safe behind the painting of his mother, he unlocked it.
“Don’t move,” come the command from behind him.
He turns facing the man and the pointed gun.
“Step aside. I know you rich men. You always have firepower within the safe. Whatever is in there I’ll take. Move away but stay within my sight.”
Peter move to the corner standing beside a cabinet watching the man rummage through the contents. His hands slip down the side of the cabinet reaching for the gun. He swiftly pointed it and shot the man in the neck with the tranquilizing dart.
“Bastard,” he curse but the fire was already spreading through his veins.
Peter moved towards him but the lethal gun was still pointed.
“Don’t move!” he hisses trying to move towards the door.
Peter follows keeping some cover between them. The man is unpredictable.
“Pete!” TheoFista step around the open doorframe but the dog made her stumbled over her feet. Her flying hands try to grab hold onto the nearest solid object happening to be the man and his pointed gun. All she managed to grab hold onto is part of his coat but it was no use stopping her tumbling to the floor. Flying legs entangled him. He was losing his balance falling all over her. The gun slides across the polish tile floor.
Peter reacts trying to get the gun. His father has the same intent. Both men collided with their heads against each other. The bumps were hard enough to stagger both of them.
The owner was already scrambling back onto his feet also going for his own gun. He grabbed hold of it and bolted for the door. The dizziness from the injected dart made his co-ordination out of whacked. He walked into the door. The gun slipped from his grip again.
“I’ll get it,” says TheoFista
The man sees the woman and the dog coming towards him. He thought it best to seriously bolt from the house.
The pistol lay in the middle of the table. The William family sit there looking at it.
“What is going on, Pete?”
His body is boiling with suppress anger.
“You’re busy body streak will get you into serious trouble one day, TheoFista, “says Peter angrily getting onto his feet.
“Daddy who were that man with the gun,”
“I don’t know. Let your brother deal with this. It’s his business. Did you think about my proposal, Peter?”
Peter found his thoughts dark and brooding. His emotions are ripping something apart because the rawness of losing Sammy is eating at him. The man pointed a gun making him a liar in his mind. Furthermore, the words quoted from his letter by that voice so familiar could also be a lie. At the same time thinking along those lines, nevertheless made the sense of rejection and betrayal grow within him.
What was truth? What was lie?
“Peter, did you hear me?” Leo watches him carefully. His boy is about to be reckless.
“Leave the woman alone, father.” He snaps.
“It would give you another perspective. Go to the Namaqua, clear your head then deal full force with this threat that won’t get the message. At the moment you are too blind with anger. Just check my wife out and the business opportunity to see if it’s worthwhile, it’s just for a couple of days.”
Peter turn to pick up the pistol putting it into his pocket. He leaves the house unaware of his father and sister sharing a knowing pleased expression.
Peter return from the police station giving a statement about the pistol. Standing on the balcony watching the nightlife, he feels bruised in so many ways. His hands reach into his pocket removing the diary. He just looked at it. He might get some of the answers he was looking for in there but it doesn’t set right with him invading her most private thoughts.
Turning back into the suite, the diary going back into his pocket, he leaves the hotel. The night is chilly but bustling with activities. Just wandering aimlessly he comes directly onto a small antic shop. There is nothing memorable about the place but it was pulling him like a magnet. It is after hours but he just has to find the entrance. It was like a driving need.
The owner who has his living quarters upstairs notices him through the window. The long ago spoken words just popped into his mind.
“He will come out of darkness on a cold night. His heart would be breaking but his eyes would be filled with revenge. Give this token to him and tell him the path to our entwined hearts would find the way again. We are blinded but not lost. It is kismet,” the man said these words to Peter as he handed him the arm bracelet. It was a simple delicate plate made out of silver.
“Are you sure this is meant for me?” he look into the old weathered face filled with kindness and understanding.
“The first time I saw her, she was young but her description was so clear, I would never forget. I am the only one who sells her handiwork. It was all meant for travellers searching for their heart. She believes in kismet. Read the message. They are all individual.”
Peter removes the top of the container, taking hold of the bracelet. He turns the inside out before his body shook with shock.
“Is this meant for you, sir?”
“I met and married her. A couple of days ago I blinked and she vanished. I learnt about lies but I am not certain they are the truth about her. These words written here, she spoke them to me.”
“Would you mind telling me?”
“My love, against all logic or reason I knew your face long before I knew your name.” He says softly.
“Sir, this was meant for you. I hope you find her. She is such a delicate butterfly.”
“How do I find her? I am searching but I am lost.”
“She is a Namaqua flower.” says the old man.
Peter removes the rest of the content from his pocket placing them on the table for a moment wanting to put everything within the confines of the container.
Sammy Hoffman sleep curled on the bench in the enclose section in the back of the garden. Earlier in the morning she steps from the bus finding her way towards this house that drew her like a magnet. Everything she did is on pure instinct.Her eyes open but her body stays motionless. The image so tangible was gone. Every time she closes her eyes she found them lurking in the shadows of her mind; one has the essence of a threat, the other is pulling onto her heartstrings.The back door suddenly creak opened. The woman who appears seems startled into paleness when she sees her coiling from the bench.“Sammy!” she whispers shocked.“Good morning!” she smiles concealing the fact that she didn’t have a clue who the woman is or how they were connected.“When did you arrive?” She stays rooted within the open door.“During the early morning,” Sammy watches the various emotions playing so fast acr
The darken car come out of nowhere. Instinctive she jumped out of the way rolling down the side of the road. Scrambling back onto her feet, she moves back up the road. The car stands a short distance away. She can see the silhouette of a man behind the wheel. The picture of him sitting there disturbed her somehow. She has the distinctive idea his intent was menacing.The night became sinister all of a sudden. The moon vanish behind the clouds that came out of nowhere leaving the impression with her it was concealing his intended misdeeds.A storm brews on the horizon. To confirm her suspicion, the breeze quickly picked up speed. Turning she moved away from the dark waiting car. The instant he realized her intent, he turn giving chase.Sammy runs full speed, the car behind her with lights on her back.She found herself in a street that wasn’t familiar. Ducking underneath the low hanging branches of the trees she found a hiding place. She sees the lig
Sammy opens her eyes slowly warm tears still streaming down her face her aching heart long for the missing part of her that she had forgotten. She searches deeply within herself but she can’t seem to find the image of him. Instinctively, deeply she just realize that morning she has suffered a great loss.Uncoiling from her rickety bed she stand bath in the early morning sun. Now she knows for certain she must first search for the question then the answer to her barren lonely heart will appear. She decides to believe that with her whole heart.She step into the small kitchen finding David there still all smiles.“Good morning, angel face.”Good morning David. Tell me about my life that which you know.”“Take a seat and do you want coffee?”“Yes, please.”Sammy eagerly awaits him response. She watch the seriousness take hold off him.“I came to this town a broken man. My wife
Sammy walks down the street with no clear direction in mind. She is so thoughtful that she wasn’t paying any attention to where she really is going. Suddenly it dawn on her that something wasn’t right. She feels the intensity of someone watching her. The moment her attention focus she see the ominous black car that followed her last night.Out of nowhere she barely sees the body barrelling down on her. She is drag by the arm and pulled along so fast she found herself complying.The car gives chase like the previous night. The two women run with a dead speed down the road.Peter who has followed her once he was safe to step from the tree stand at the crossroad sees the two women fleeing in front of the car. The long flying brown hair has that familiarity that draws his attention like a magnet. He instantly followed the car and tries to keep an eye on both women. A fury built for the person chasing them.Sammy spotted the alley but she just has
Peter watches her like a hawk. The conversation earlier with his wife is still fresh in his mind. She is worried about all kinds of lies around her. This woman had taken her on a dead run away from the car that followed them. Now she is gone. This woman in front of him is apparently also not what his eyes are telling him.“As a family we moved constantly around. Within my lifestyle snakes found their way towards me. At first I was mostly quiet and obedient; qualities I learnt from the one person I trust in this world. Our lives are sometimes so entwined and it’s mostly my fault.”“What does this have to do with Sammy?”“My choices mostly make me moody, resentful and downright irresponsible but once I am on this path I messed up creating that which was already within my cousin, fear.”“What does Sammy fear?”Peter is impatient. He feels like wringing the truth from her. However, forcing patience
Sammy wake in the middle of the night. She slips from her bed and stand in front of the window. The moon is full and bright. For the strangest reason she just keep looking at it. There cast in it brightness she sees the silhouette of the man she is searching for.Peter sit in his chair outside in the open air. His sadden eyes found the moon tonight very intriguing. He has the instinctive sense his beloved wife is looking there tonight searching for a way to him.“My love, where ever to you found yourself, I hope an angel is guarding over you. I miss you every day I count the minutes of every hour waiting for the moment in time I found you again. I miss you my Sammy.”“Peter!” the name burnt through her mind, her heart echoing empty silent tears streaming down her cheeks.Sammy lay coiled beneath her bedcovers finding herself in a simmering kind of slumber. The thoughts of desire flow through her body awakening the dream deeply seat
Sammy become aware that someone is looking at her. Sitting upright in the middle of her bed her eyes searched the bedroom carefully. The space is darkened except for the moon that peeked through the half drawn curtains.Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary but she still feels the intensity of the eyes. She definitely wasn’t alone. Throwing the blankets from her body she reaches out to switch her night light on. Pulling on her gown she stands in the middle of the room frightened but strangely stubborn. She tries sensing from where the ominous looks are coming from. Her door is shut so there must be something else out of character in here.The watchful eyes continued looking at her. The very arrogance of it all made her angry.Looking around in her bedroom, everything is basic in its necessity. Moving towards her wardrobe she opens the door wide clothes that apparently were hers was hanging there. Reaching deeper inside she feels the back looking for a f
Peter come running down the stairs but only the echo of the slammed door greeted him downstairs. He opened the door but the street is empty.“Sammy! Where on earth are you?”Sammy has taken TheoFista to the highest hilltop in Steinkopf. Down below them is the tableau of tourist chalets. The springtime is rolling past it was nearly summer.“I grew up surrounded by buildings.” says TheoFistaSammy looks up into the clearness of the sky. A longing so deep suddenly takes hold of her leaving her breathless with an unexplained ache that threatens to swallow her.“At first glance, this really is a harsh, vast but rather uniquely region. What nature offers here you rarely found it somewhere else, The Northern Cape is yours to discovery in many ways that would delight and fascinate you,”Sammy speaks with a pride that isn’t lost on her friend.“Don’t get me wrong but I wish my brother is he