beautiful face, ‘we seem
to be attracting a bit of attention.’ Max looked around and sure
enough a small crowd was starting to gather.
‘It’s you three,’ she said
smiling, ‘you’re rather flamboyant for this neighbourhood, but
yeah, there is somewhere we can go, I’ll take you back to my place,
my cats must starving by now, but we must be careful, I suppose
you’ve heard there are people trying to kill us?
‘So, you know about them then,’
said Haven, his smile gone.
‘Yes,’ said Max unable to look
Haven in the eye, ‘but we can talk about all that when we get
home.’
She led them back through the
festival where they caused quite a stir with their appearance,
people assumed they were part of the entertainment and wanted to
know when and where they would be performing. Max smiled and told
everyone they were an acting group and would perform later on in
the day.
Finally they reached the
car-park, Max explained the concept of a motor vehicle as a mode of
transport and once they understood the basics, the three were quite
excited at the prospect of being “driven”.
Max was becoming self-conscious
around her new friends, especially Haven, she was frightened to
have any thoughts at all in case he was listening. Just before they
turned onto the road where Max lived she decided to ask some
questions. ‘Do you hear thoughts all the time or can you block them
if you want to?’ she asked, forcing herself to look at Haven in the
rear view mirror. She nearly laughed, he looked so large, squished
into the back of her tiny car.
‘Normally I don’t have a
problem with people,’ Haven replied, ‘I usually only hear people’s
thoughts when I am focussing on them, but with you it’s different,
I can hear you all the time, that’s how we found you in the first
place. But I can understand how it makes you uncomfortable, so I
will make an effort not to listen anymore . . . unless you want me
to,’ he added with a cheeky grin.
‘Thanks,’ said Max, not
convinced he would.
Unknown to her, Haven had
already tried blocking her thoughts but found it impossible, it was
like she was part of him; it would be like trying to block you own
thoughts, which was impossible. Still, he would have to be more
sensitive to her fears and pretend that he was not hearing her all
the time or she would find it very difficult to relax in his
presence and he didn’t want that. He found this otherworld woman
very interesting and he didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot,
but perhaps it was already too late for that.
When they arrived at Max’s
house is was getting on for late afternoon; the sun fast heading
for the horizon. A cool breeze had come up and the leaves in the
trees were rustling noisily. Max fumbled around nervously in her
shoulder bag for the front door key, finally finding it, she
ushered everyone inside.
The house was small and cosy
and the soft, feminine decor reflected its owner perfectly. She had
moved back to the family home after her parents had been killed in
a car crash, they had left it to her in their will. It had
originally been a working farm but Max had sold most of the land to
a neighbouring farmer, keeping only the house and ten acres for
herself.
‘Please, make yourselves at
home,’ she said. ‘I’m just going to check on my cats.’ Expecting to
hear a ruckus from the Shibby boys wanting their dinner, she was
surprised to find the kitchen silent and empty. Max flicked the
kitchen light on, ‘where are my boys,’ she thought, ‘something must
be wrong.’
The others had followed her to
the kitchen. Haven, picking up on her worried thoughts had started
looking around to see if he could locate the missing cats.
Although, not sure what a cat looked like made the task a little
difficult. Max opened the back door and stood there looking out,
calling the Shibby boys for dinner. She flicked the outside light
on and was just about to step outside when a firm hand gripped her
shoulder preventing her from
to be attracting a bit of attention.’ Max looked around and sure
enough a small crowd was starting to gather.
‘It’s you three,’ she said
smiling, ‘you’re rather flamboyant for this neighbourhood, but
yeah, there is somewhere we can go, I’ll take you back to my place,
my cats must starving by now, but we must be careful, I suppose
you’ve heard there are people trying to kill us?
‘So, you know about them then,’
said Haven, his smile gone.
‘Yes,’ said Max unable to look
Haven in the eye, ‘but we can talk about all that when we get
home.’
She led them back through the
festival where they caused quite a stir with their appearance,
people assumed they were part of the entertainment and wanted to
know when and where they would be performing. Max smiled and told
everyone they were an acting group and would perform later on in
the day.
Finally they reached the
car-park, Max explained the concept of a motor vehicle as a mode of
transport and once they understood the basics, the three were quite
excited at the prospect of being “driven”.
Max was becoming self-conscious
around her new friends, especially Haven, she was frightened to
have any thoughts at all in case he was listening. Just before they
turned onto the road where Max lived she decided to ask some
questions. ‘Do you hear thoughts all the time or can you block them
if you want to?’ she asked, forcing herself to look at Haven in the
rear view mirror. She nearly laughed, he looked so large, squished
into the back of her tiny car.
‘Normally I don’t have a
problem with people,’ Haven replied, ‘I usually only hear people’s
thoughts when I am focussing on them, but with you it’s different,
I can hear you all the time, that’s how we found you in the first
place. But I can understand how it makes you uncomfortable, so I
will make an effort not to listen anymore . . . unless you want me
to,’ he added with a cheeky grin.
‘Thanks,’ said Max, not
convinced he would.
Unknown to her, Haven had
already tried blocking her thoughts but found it impossible, it was
like she was part of him; it would be like trying to block you own
thoughts, which was impossible. Still, he would have to be more
sensitive to her fears and pretend that he was not hearing her all
the time or she would find it very difficult to relax in his
presence and he didn’t want that. He found this otherworld woman
very interesting and he didn’t want to start off on the wrong foot,
but perhaps it was already too late for that.
When they arrived at Max’s
house is was getting on for late afternoon; the sun fast heading
for the horizon. A cool breeze had come up and the leaves in the
trees were rustling noisily. Max fumbled around nervously in her
shoulder bag for the front door key, finally finding it, she
ushered everyone inside.
The house was small and cosy
and the soft, feminine decor reflected its owner perfectly. She had
moved back to the family home after her parents had been killed in
a car crash, they had left it to her in their will. It had
originally been a working farm but Max had sold most of the land to
a neighbouring farmer, keeping only the house and ten acres for
herself.
‘Please, make yourselves at
home,’ she said. ‘I’m just going to check on my cats.’ Expecting to
hear a ruckus from the Shibby boys wanting their dinner, she was
surprised to find the kitchen silent and empty. Max flicked the
kitchen light on, ‘where are my boys,’ she thought, ‘something must
be wrong.’
The others had followed her to
the kitchen. Haven, picking up on her worried thoughts had started
looking around to see if he could locate the missing cats.
Although, not sure what a cat looked like made the task a little
difficult. Max opened the back door and stood there looking out,
calling the Shibby boys for dinner. She flicked the outside light
on and was just about to step outside when a firm hand gripped her
shoulder preventing her from
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