Kingdom of Paths and nocturnes

The waves lapped the sand as the wind slowly meandered its way from the sea to the land, the temperature was cool and from the approaching storm all one could feel was the tight tension in the air. Philip looked around the cottage for Denise while trying to haul the bag out, they needed to leave before the storm hit landfall and they needed to leave now. He called out for her, but no reply followed, cursing at his wife’s distracted state he carried the bag to the car and left it there. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and adjusted his sunglasses to look around better, she had been lost in her own mind for the past few months, and this was not helping their situation. Walking to the beach to see if she was there he stumbled on a bottle half buried, it was the wine bottle from last night. Philip bent down to pick it up and smiled at the memory of Denise laughing and jumping like her old self. The fireplace was cold, and her blanket was still there, he did not know where she went ...

  The café wasn’t crowded this time of the night and it was cold outside, Robert could feel the cold freezing many parts of his body. The coffee in front of him did not make the moment feel any better. Inside the café was only just better but he could feel his limbs freeze and soon he would not be able to move much, it has been 3 weeks since the attack and now all he could do was wait for the end. A figure walked into the café, no one paid her any attention as she moved among the tables to Robert’s. She stood there before taking her seat and looked around and then back to the seat, she sat down slowly and pushed back her hood to reveal a young face with sharp features and long hazel coloured hair. Her eyes were light blue and shone in the bright café lights, she looked at Robert and then turned to the counter to give the barista a nod. The barista nodded and began to prepare an order. “So, you found me.” Robert tried to move but his neck would not move, he tried to speak but ...