The Witch of the Winter Woods E-Book

Foxglove Lee

• Herausgeber: Rainbow Crush
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

This Christmas, Nicole will meet her girlfriend’s parents for the first time.  If she makes it there alive… Nicole couldn’t be more nervous about shaking hands with Darla’s mother and father.  Her own family hasn’t exactly been supportive.  But on her way to their house in rural Maryland, she nearly collides with a barefoot old woman standing in the road.  From there, strange things start to happen. A chase through the snow, a stone cottage in the woods, a raging fire. Will Nicole make it out alive?

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The Witch of the Winter Woods © 2017 by Foxglove Lee

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Cover design © 2017 Foxglove Lee

First Edition December 2017

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A MILLION THOUGHTS flooded Nicole’s mind as she drove the rural routes of Maryland.  Of course she was concerned about the weather. Late December, who wouldn’t be?  She wasn’t familiar with this neck of the woods, never been here in her life.  And on top of all that, she’d be meeting Darla’s parents for the first time.

Darla had told her she was being unfair, painting all small-town folks with the same brush.  Just because Mom and Pop lived way out yonder didn’t mean they were closed-minded.  Darla claimed she never had to come out of the closet with them. Her parents knew she was a lesbian before she’d even heard the word.  And they had no problem with it. 

Not just that, but they couldn’t wait to meet Nicole.  Aside from one blustery relationship in high school, Darla had never really had a girlfriend.  Her parents were excited to meet the young lady their daughter couldn’t stop talking about.

Nicole wasn’t sure if she could take Darla’s assurances at face value.  Maybe she was just projecting her own family dynamics onto Darla’s kin, but Nicole couldn’t imagine a set of parents being as warm and loving and okay with their daughter’s sexuality as Darla claimed hers were.

Oh, maybe she was just jealous.  Jealous of the supportive parents, the spacious house Darla had described to her in detail. They even had a pet rabbit, for goodness’ sake!

Nicole had been on her own way too long.  She’d had to be self-sufficient from an earlier age than any kid should have to be.

Hey, at least she had a roof over her head now.  A real apartment!  Her 1997 Dodge Caravan had served its purpose, but it was definitely nice to have a place with hot and cold running water, fridge, stove, the works.

But, you know, even if Darla’s parents were as supportive as she claimed they were, who’s to say their support would extend in Nicole’s direction?  What kind of parents actually liked the person their daughter was dating—regardless of gender?

Especially when their daughter met this person on the internet...

Nicole knew there was nothing sketchy about meeting your future girlfriend online.  Well, there could be, but not in their case.  Darla had been out to visit her, so they’d already seen each other in person, spent a glorious weekend together.  But weren’t parents supposed to be suspicious about people their daughter met on a forum? 

Why yes.  Yes, they were. 

So why had Darla’s parents invited Nicole to stay with them for Christmas?  Did they plan to pull her aside for a wee chat?  Tell her to leave their daughter alone?  Or, at very least, warn her they’d be keeping a close eye on her formerly-homeless self?

Maybe Nicole’s imagination was overly caffeinated, just like she was.  Plenty of coffee had accompanied her on this drive.  Maybe Darla’s parents were every bit as sweet and supportive as she claimed.  Maybe Nicole didn’t need to be as nervous as she was.

This might just be the best Christmas ever.

Hey, look at that—it’s even started snowing up ahead!

Nicole had had her trepidations about making this drive, today especially. Winter solstice was an ominous day to travel.  She’d been afraid there’d be a blizzard and she’d get stuck in a snow bank.  Well, luckily, the coast had been clear up to this point.  And now she was so close to Darla’s parents’ place she wasn’t too concerned about the weather. 

She’d arrive at Darla’s parents’ house in a couple short minutes, settle in before a roaring fire. Darla would be waiting at the door with a mug of hot cocoa in hand.  She’d plant a Christmas kiss on Nicole’s lips even though her parents were watching from down the hall.  Her parents would smile and sigh and be happy for their young love. 

They’d all be happy together.

Jeeze, where did all this snow come from?

Sure Nicole had seen a flutter up ahead, but this stretch of road was practically arctic!  Looked like it had been snowing for weeks.  All the trees were weighed down in blankets of white.  The road was slick with compressed snow.  Flakes the size of cotton balls blasted down from the sky. 

Nicole turned on her wipers, but too little too late.  She was coming up on a figure, someone standing in the street.  Why on earth would anyone do such a thing?  Stand in front of oncoming traffic in a blizzard? 

But Nicole had no time to answer.  All her energy went into her valiant attempt to not run down this person in the road.

Swiftly to the left.  Would have made better sense to swerve to the right, but there wasn’t a wide enough shoulder.  Too many trees in that direction.  If she swerved that way, she’d crash for sure. 

Swerving into the oncoming vehicle lane wasn’t exactly smart, but there weren’t any lights shining in her eyes.  What else could she do?  She moved to the wrong side of the road, nearly avoiding a collision with the gruesome hag standing in the street, staring her down, seeming to dare Nicole to slaughter her. 

Suicide by motor vehicle.  Nicole had seen it all before.

Her heart pounded as she swerved quickly around the old woman. 

She returned just as quickly to her own lane. 

When she pulled over, her minivan was blocking part of the road.  It couldn’t be helped. She needed to regain her composure before she could go on.  Her heart was beating way too fast.  She could hear it like a drum in her ears. 

Fear. 

Shock. 

That old woman’s face in her mind’s eye, that serene expression.

When the fear subsided, anger took hold.  How dare that old woman stand in front of her vehicle?  If the old lady wanted to die, she should kill herself the old fashioned way, without involving passing motorists.

Nicole glanced into her rear view mirror. 

Through the cotton ball snowfall, she could see the old woman’s figure still standing in the road. 

Waiting for the next car to take her out.

Hopping down from the van, Nicole trudged through the snow, pulling her unzipped jacket tight around body.

“Hey! You!” she shouted.  “You!  Hey, I’m talking to you!  Answer me, y’old bag!”