Retina Blue - first few chapters...

CHAPTER 1
When an eye shows clarity and light-a connection to the soul is revealed.
When an eye is devoid of the celestial blue print, the soul is lost...
It becomes Retina Blue

The moment of awakening came from the most unexpected source at the most inconvenient time. It plunged a person’s life into complete disarray - that was how it was supposed to be.
Olivia squinted in pain, rays of light shone directly into her eyes from the window. Her apartment looked bleary. She lifted her head from the floor and peeled some sketches from her face. Instinctively she checked the back of her head for blood. Nothing. Her black curled hair was matted but no wound. Through the blur something darted across the room. She froze. Across the room stood an androgynous figure, wearing all black, including a face cover. It was moving closer.
Inhaling hard she shook her head. What the..?
Silence.
A dead, black shape in the intruder’s hand caught her attention. ‘It’ intended to kill her.
An eternity of quiet passed before the figure finally spoke. “When you’re good and ready we will talk,” it said. Its voice was deep and confident - mysterious. “That’s once you stop bloody fidgeting!”
Olivia stared at the individual; it didn’t return the glance, instead its eyes remained fixed on an ornate, shimmering hour glass. She watched silently as it counted something down.
“What have I done? Who are you? Who sent you?”
“Shhh- I’m waiting,” said the figure.
“Waiting for what?”
“Waiting for the precise moment.”


CHAPTER 2
In the exhibition hall of an exclusive art gallery an overweight, fuming, fifty-something art agent paced up and down muttering under his breath. As he loosened his tie his shifty eyes darted about in agitation. Hunching his shoulders he grew increasingly rigid. “That girl’s always late! It’s her last bloody chance!”
He scraped his chubby fingers through his balding hair. “Why the hell I invested so much time and effort in her I don’t bloody know!” he muttered, paused then resumed his stomp.
Throughout his pacing he ranted and tapped his watch. “Complete and utter disrespect! What does she think I am?”
He paused by a white framed window of the gallery and stared out. For a moment he just shook his head and checked his watch. I’m sick of it! If she doesn’t get here soon, I’ll have her bloody killed, that way her work might be worth something!
The agent’s rhythmic pacing became frantic, his face grew increasingly crimson, his mental cogs churned. “This is her last bloody chance!” he spat.
CHAPTER 3
In a luxurious hotel overlooking Bournemouth’s sandy beaches Max laid on his king sized bed smiling at the naked woman before him. He admired her curves as he traced his finger across her tanned, lean stomach. She smiled a coy smile, removed his hand from her hip and slipped on her black dress. “Time for me to go,” she said.
He sighed, “you don’t really have to go do you?”
“You know I do.”
When she was ready to leave she gazed at him, bent over and kissed him on the forehead. Max gazed at her breasts and then into her eyes.
She shook her head, turned and glanced over her shoulder as she walked towards the door.
He watched the elegant woman leave the room and adjusted himself. He would never see her again. That didn’t bother him.
“Damn I have to call Olivia!”
Max yawned, rolled over and reached for his mobile. He stared at the handset and anticipated Olivia’s reaction. He shook his head; she had an exhibition looming and would be at her wits end. Did he really need to deal with all that stress? He should but could he really be bothered? Max placed the phone down and laid staring at the ceiling. He huffed; she would be in a state of paranoia and be all needy. What he put himself through just to be her boyfriend was ridiculous. Max smiled wryly, he had his reasons and it was nearly time.

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