Spookychild’s writings

Available April 15th

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“I want to show you the view before the food gets here.” He explained, pointing to the balcony. He had a feeling Amanda would appreciate it. Julianne never had.
“Okay.” She replied and nodded. Again she checked in on her insides. Amanda was a little surprised. She was not numb anymore. She was enjoying herself. It had been years and years since her last personal conversation. No, that was not right. Amanda had a lot of conversations. What did she mean? It was Ana that had not had a conversation recently. Yes, but she was Amanda.
Leo opened his sliding glass door and motioned Amanda to go through first. She stepped out into the fresh air and sunlight, There was a breeze this afternoon, and it immediately swept by Amanda and moved her hair and dress ever so slightly. She stepped to the edge, gripped the railing, and looked out. It was indeed a beautiful view. The house sat on a hill, and most of the surrounding buildings were not more than two stories. She could see the whole skyline.
“Wow,” Amanda breathed. And she closed her eyes as another gust swept by her, giving her goosebumps up and down her arms.
Leo Turner had left the door open and had stepped to the balcony and put his right hand about a foot from Amanda’s left hand. But he was not looking at the view. Leo was looking at Amanda. As he watched, the wind moved her hair, and she shut her eyes. Leo saw the goosebumps then. He wondered about them. Leo inched his hand closer till it was about three inches away from hers. He leaned on the rail with his left forearm. Amanda was the most beautiful woman Leo Turner had ever seen. And she was in his house, on his balcony.
Amanda was having trouble. The wind was not stopping, and the goosebumps kept hitting her in waves. She was feeling strange. She almost felt happy. It was a little like how she felt while living on the farm, the farm. No, that was wrong, all wrong. She was Amanda from Michigan. And there was no farm. She forced herself to open her eyes. But this time when she looked at the city she saw something else. She did not see the beauty. Instead, she saw the bomb from her dream. She gasped and shivered violently and turned her back to the view covering her eyes.