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The Last Resort

by

Pam Fish

A Saga spanning thirty years, written to include a generous helping of suspense and drama.

Prologue

The last crashing clap of thunder had Diane running to the window, as the brewing storm finally broke and rain began sheeting down. Pressing her forehead against the icy glass, she strained her eyes to see into the darkness, through the driving downpour. Eerily lit up scenes were followed by deafening claps of thunder. Trees swayed high above the lane; its tarmac becoming littered with debris; front garden awash. Diane watched the magnificence of the thunderstorm’s electric energy. Her heart thumped as unforgettable memories flooded her thoughts, unleashing a primeval fear of an unknown future.

     The storm was now so near and the lightning so bright it hurt her eyes. Another immense flash of blinding white light seared through the night followed by an almighty bang, the loudest of the raging night. Darkness then veiled the scene, just as suddenly as light had cast fluorescence.

     Terrified, Diane saw movement near the tree. Then it was gone, concealed by the swishing of branches, twigs and leaves tossed about by the strength of the storm.

     There was someone. A man, head down, ran towards the shelter of her porch.

     Peter? My Peter? Recognition made her plunge from the cottage into the tempestuous night; wind knocking the breath from her chest, rain drenching her.

     “Diane? Get back in the house, you’ll drown out here.” The familiar voice echoed from her past.

     Trembling, both from the intensity of the storm and Peter’s sudden appearance, she turned and ran towards the house ahead of him, her options now revolving through happiness to anger – and back again. Typical, she thought crossly as he politely stood on the threshold. But, his intense blue eyes found hers.

     As always, Peter was reading, into her very soul, recognising her years of sorrow and despair. . . .

. . . their stories begin. Diane’s early years and later when Peter’s life tangled with hers. More than thirty years, are about to unfold and be laid bare.