to Watch Over Me
SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER
This collection of eight stories
has the theme of nurturing and love, whether heaven-sent or of this world.
Everyone yearns for love, no matter who they are.
Somewhere deep inside each of us, we yearn for someone who will accept us for
what we are, protect us when we feel weak.
Almost unknowingly we send a ripple into the universe, and even when times are
darkest this ripple can have the most unexpected consequences.
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Genre: Fiction Short
Publisher: Zeus Publications
Date Published: June 2003
Irene is a New Zealander who lives and studies
in Sydney, Australia. She came late to writing, but has always been an avid
reader, particularly of fantasy and science fiction. Irene writes articles and
short stories for print magazines and e-publications. Her current project is a
book in the science fantasy genre.
This collection of eight stories has the theme of
nurturing and love, whether heaven-sent or of this world. Everyone yearns for
love, no matter who they are. Somewhere deep inside each of us, we yearn for
someone who will accept us for what we are, protect us when we feel weak. Almost
unknowingly we send a ripple into the universe, and even when times are darkest
this ripple can have the most unexpected consequences.
Read a sample of
Oh, go on Sally. Give us a chance. Have dinner with
me tonight. No strings. A lock of unruly hair flopped over his forehead as he
leaned over the counter, all boyish charm.
How many times do I have
to say it, Mark? Sally pushed him aside, frown vanished in the flash of a
professional smile as she accepted a jacket and tore off a ticket. Mark eased
his elbows back to the counter and opened his mouth.
The peevish voice at his
shoulder made him jump. Watery eyes squinted up at Mark, a thin mouth pinched
Um, Mr. Anderson. Er,
Im on my lunch break, sir.
Mr. Anderson made a
business of inspecting his watch. Perhaps you are unaware that your lunch
break has been over for eight minutes now, Mr. Evans. I believe the buffet would
benefit from your attention.
Sally tidied coats and
umbrellas until Mark had been hustled away, ignoring the pleading glance thrown
over his shoulder.
Suddenly a plump,
middle-aged woman popped up like an unlikely genie from a bottle.
Sally flashed a dimple and ripped off a ticket for a shabby briefcase and
hat adorned with a large sunflower.
A nice young man,
commented the woman absently, tucking a stray lock of greying hair into her bun.
Her eyes suddenly sharpened and she flicked Sally with a glance that missed
nothing. Youre a pretty girl with a kind heart; you deserve better than
youve had. Perhaps you should consider his offer.
Sally blinked open-mouthed
after the woman as she walked through the grotto into the buffet restaurant.
Inattentive, a coat hanger caught her finger, drawing a drop of blood.
Why, her finger was quite
swollen. Her ring was cutting into the flesh. With some effort she twisted the
simple band off her finger and sighed with relief.
The prawns were really very
good, thought Jesse as she loaded her plate to unladylike proportions. She
glanced around guiltily then retired to a rear table to indulge. The plenitude
rapidly diminished and she reviewed the buffet with a speculative eye. Her ears
pricked at the distant sound of a tinkling bell, and a tiny, fluffy white
feather drifted down onto the pile of fishy debris. Jesse sighed. Time to go.