Ghostly Realm - Not Even Death Could Separate Them by Cindy J. Kelley Page A
Authors: Cindy J. Kelley
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wanted to call and apologize for not keeping our date. I’m so sorry dear.” She heard Mark’s voice say in a casual tone.
“I swear Mark, I’ve had it! Seriously, I don’t know why you even bother anymore with us!” She said in a hurtful voice. She knew he wasn’t sorry, in fact she had a gut instinct that he was lying...again. “What’s your excuse this time Mark? Why can’t you just be honest and tell me the truth? Oh that’s right, because you’re a lawyer that’s right!” She said and then started to cry. Don’t cry Abigail, don’t cry! Don’t give him the satisfaction! She told herself but the tears came anyway. Why can’t you be like the heroes in my books?
“It’s not my fault dear, please don’t cry. I’ll make up for it, I promise. I’m at the office still, I don’t even know how long all this is going to take. I hate being a lawyer sometimes, it sucks.” Mark said apologetically.
Abigail paused and tried to collect herself. She felt her mascara running down her cheeks and she wiped at her eyes in frustration. “Whatever Mark.’ She said sadly, knowing their relationship was over now. He hadn’t even bothered to deny he was cheating. “Don’t call me again.” She said in a choked up voice.
“Please don’t be that way. I’ll call you tomorrow dear, I have to go now.” Mark pleaded then he hung up the phone on his end. Abigail pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the blank dead screen. He hung up! She thought with disgust. What a cad! She almost laughed at the thought. That’s what her pirate hero in her books would say.
Abigail snapped her phone shut and tossed it on the couch cushion next to her then stood up. Next to her coffee cup was a box of tissues and she grabbed a few and headed towards her bedroom. She walked into her bedroom and threw herself on her bed and gave in to her tears. She grabbed her pillow and hugged it close to her face as the tears flowed. “Why me? Why do I always pick a man who treats me like shit?” She yelled into the pillow. “I don’t deserve this!” She dabbed at her eyes and cried her heart out.
Chapter Two
The evening lights of New Orleans sparkled like stars in the clear night, the full moon seemed to be settled over the city reflecting on The Gulf of Mexico, the major coastal port adding to it’s dazzling ambiance.
Devon’s ethereal being walked along the sidewalk unobserved by the people that walked past and through him. He was so used to exploring in this fashion that he barely paid any attention to the passing people as they went about their daily lives. He would sometimes glimpse a certain feeling from someone and he would pause and look back as they passed through him to see what their aura looked like. None so far had never matched his own. Disappointment usually followed if he felt an attraction to a woman but he knew from experience that none so far could see him or communicate with him.
Devon had traveled all over the world over the past three hundred years but he always ended up back to New Orleans, where he was from originally.
When he was in China a short time ago, he felt the strong urge to return home. He’d never felt such a strong urge before and he immediately got on a ship to sail home. He was familiar with the city, the salty scent of the ocean brought back so many good memories. He was witness to much of New Orlean’s progress through time. It seemed every time he returned home the place had changed somewhat. New buildings were built, old ones were torn down. The progress through time took it’s toll on his city but it still held that special excitement and contentment for him no matter how much had changed.
He came upon a big fancy apartment building where a doorman stood before it’s double glass doors. The doorman was sharply dressed and wore an expression of importance on his stern face. Devon walked up to him and stood right in front of him, almost nose to nose. He smiled when
“I swear Mark, I’ve had it! Seriously, I don’t know why you even bother anymore with us!” She said in a hurtful voice. She knew he wasn’t sorry, in fact she had a gut instinct that he was lying...again. “What’s your excuse this time Mark? Why can’t you just be honest and tell me the truth? Oh that’s right, because you’re a lawyer that’s right!” She said and then started to cry. Don’t cry Abigail, don’t cry! Don’t give him the satisfaction! She told herself but the tears came anyway. Why can’t you be like the heroes in my books?
“It’s not my fault dear, please don’t cry. I’ll make up for it, I promise. I’m at the office still, I don’t even know how long all this is going to take. I hate being a lawyer sometimes, it sucks.” Mark said apologetically.
Abigail paused and tried to collect herself. She felt her mascara running down her cheeks and she wiped at her eyes in frustration. “Whatever Mark.’ She said sadly, knowing their relationship was over now. He hadn’t even bothered to deny he was cheating. “Don’t call me again.” She said in a choked up voice.
“Please don’t be that way. I’ll call you tomorrow dear, I have to go now.” Mark pleaded then he hung up the phone on his end. Abigail pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at the blank dead screen. He hung up! She thought with disgust. What a cad! She almost laughed at the thought. That’s what her pirate hero in her books would say.
Abigail snapped her phone shut and tossed it on the couch cushion next to her then stood up. Next to her coffee cup was a box of tissues and she grabbed a few and headed towards her bedroom. She walked into her bedroom and threw herself on her bed and gave in to her tears. She grabbed her pillow and hugged it close to her face as the tears flowed. “Why me? Why do I always pick a man who treats me like shit?” She yelled into the pillow. “I don’t deserve this!” She dabbed at her eyes and cried her heart out.
Chapter Two
The evening lights of New Orleans sparkled like stars in the clear night, the full moon seemed to be settled over the city reflecting on The Gulf of Mexico, the major coastal port adding to it’s dazzling ambiance.
Devon’s ethereal being walked along the sidewalk unobserved by the people that walked past and through him. He was so used to exploring in this fashion that he barely paid any attention to the passing people as they went about their daily lives. He would sometimes glimpse a certain feeling from someone and he would pause and look back as they passed through him to see what their aura looked like. None so far had never matched his own. Disappointment usually followed if he felt an attraction to a woman but he knew from experience that none so far could see him or communicate with him.
Devon had traveled all over the world over the past three hundred years but he always ended up back to New Orleans, where he was from originally.
When he was in China a short time ago, he felt the strong urge to return home. He’d never felt such a strong urge before and he immediately got on a ship to sail home. He was familiar with the city, the salty scent of the ocean brought back so many good memories. He was witness to much of New Orlean’s progress through time. It seemed every time he returned home the place had changed somewhat. New buildings were built, old ones were torn down. The progress through time took it’s toll on his city but it still held that special excitement and contentment for him no matter how much had changed.
He came upon a big fancy apartment building where a doorman stood before it’s double glass doors. The doorman was sharply dressed and wore an expression of importance on his stern face. Devon walked up to him and stood right in front of him, almost nose to nose. He smiled when
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