Doors To Mirrors (Excerpt 3) Reclusive
Just as expected, the full aroma of scented soap flows out to greet Nadja in an intense flavored and concentrated way. As she takes a step inside, sunlight dancing in through the windows reflects off prisms hung there for that very reason. The room is all aglow with dazzling flecks of light and brilliant sunshine. Without a second to collect her thoughts, tears begin to form in Nadja’s eyes.
“Oh Aunt Josephine, you fun and amazing woman, I miss you.” She says as she brushes a salty tear from her cheek.
Setting her trunk down near a small table, Nadja pulls the backpack off her shoulders, dropping it to the floor with a heavy thud. She secures the door by latching it and then double checks it my pulling on it to make sure it cannot open. As much as she loves it here, she is very much in the middle of a dense forest, high on a mountain, and miles away from the next home. It takes about an hour of walking on the thin path from the train station, which is also the only place to park a car, to get to the cottage. This reclusive setting does not frighten her in the least, but the man who may be following her does.
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