short story

Castlehaven By the Sea

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Maggy was utterly horrified and stared with her hands covering her mouth.  Trent was furious.  “What the hell!”  He turned and looked back at her and watched as huge fat tears dripped from her eyes.  His anger turned into concern and he wrapped his arms around her.  “It’s not your fault!”  When she didn’t respond, he lifted her face, his hand gently cupping her chin, “This isn’t on you!  You know that right?”  Although she nodded, he knew guilt weighed heavily.  “He’s responsible, Maggy, not you!  He did this, just as he set the fire.”

“Oh God, Trent, I’m so sorry!”  She lay her head on his chest and shook.  “If I hadn’t involved you in this, none of this would be happening…”

“Maggy, I’m involved because I want to be.  I would have made my move, only you got there ahead of me and I don’t regret that for an instant.  Do you?”

“No, of course not!”  Her head came up and she stared into his eyes.  “I’m enjoying ‘us’ very much,” she confessed.

“Well so am I.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.  Don’t let him come between us.  It’s what he’s counting on.”

“Your right, I know your right.”

“I have to report this, see if the cops can find any evidence.  I doubt it, but it has to be documented anyway.”

Thirty minutes later, the police arrived, documented the scene, looked carefully for clues but found nothing and shaking their heads, walked away.  The police chief said, “You have any idea who’s responsible for the vandalism and arson?  Got any enemies we don’t know about, Trent?”

“None.  Although I have acquired undue interest as has Maggy and her family from one of the locals.”

“Oh, who?” he asked through squinty eyes, a look of apprehension on his face suggesting he already knew.”

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