As I have mentioned on Facebook, the beta readers finished reading the novella, Through the Mist: Adrift. I have a few tweaks to make before it is ready for publication.
In the interim, I thought you might like a peek at the opener. I am not calling it an prologue. It's just a few paragraphs that will set the tone for the story that follows:
Beth would never forget the morning when Mrs. Douglas opened the door to Tilly’s room. It was almost 11:00 a.m., far too late for her friend to be sleeping. They found the garden doors wide open and dying embers in the fireplace hearth. A half-full glass of Scotch rested on a table.
She searched Tilly’s room and found her friend’s wallet, passport, and cell phone. No sign of the woman herself though. Where had she gone?
Mrs. Douglas rang the police straight away. They refused to do anything until Tilly had been gone for a full 24 hours. They told Beth that her friend could have gone for walk and would be back before nightfall. She knew better. She waited in agony as the hours ticked by on the grandfather clock in the parlour. When the clock struck midnight, she felt each ring like a blow to her body. Something was terribly wrong.
The police scoured the area. They found footsteps leading to the forest. Then, the trail abruptly disappeared. She remembered hearing one of the police officers whisper fey. Later that evening, she looked up the word and laughed aloud. It was preposterous to think that a supernatural creature could have kidnapped her friend.
Months passed with no hint, no trace. Beth privately wondered if the police officers were right. Sometimes, the most extraordinary theory is the only logical conclusion.
So, what do you think?