Blind Date by R K Moore Page A

would be different this time.
    Carefully opening the front door I looked outside, making sure no one was about and then left the shack. I ’ d never found out who had owned the delapidated building on the edge of town, but I was glad to have stumbled across it one evening. It had almost become my permanent home - no postman or politicans looking for votes would ever knock on the door. Of course, I had to be wary of drunks and drug addicts using it for their own means but, well, anyone who went into the place when I was there tended not to come back out again.
    I came to a stop at the end of the uneven path. I could hear people approach from along the road. I dashed across the garden to where the hedge was thickest and hid. Then a car pulled up nearby, and a door was opened.
    I peeked above the hedge. A black taxi cab had stopped mere feet from where the path met the street. Very slowly, a man got out of the back seat and stood patiently on the pavement as the taxi drove off. I kept my eyes on the man who, I noticed under the glare of the street lights, was wearing sunglasses.
    With alarm, I realised the man was moving forwards, and walking onto the path to the house. He didn ’ t look like a drunk, or the kind of addict that came here.
    As he approached the house, a polyphonic version of a Michael Jackson song filled the air. The man stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small phone.
    ‘ Hello? ’ He had a pleasant tone to his voice, I noted. ‘ Yes, arrived safely. Driver seemed a bit surprised when I told him the address, ’ the man was saying. ‘ A bit nervous, yes.... No, honestly. I ’ ll be fine. You ’ d only be a gooseberry anyway. Look, I ’ m already late as it is... Yes, I ’ ll tell you how it went. Bye. ’
    He switched off the phone and put it back in his jacket. Taking a deep breath, he continued along the path. He raised his hands in front of him, as if fearful of bumping into anything. By now, I had come out of my hiding place. I was safe - he was blind.
    ‘ Perseus? ’ I asked cautiously.
    The man stopped and turned his head towards me. A big, warm smile spread across his face. ‘ Medusa? ’
     
     
    THE END
     
     
     
    Coming Soon
     
    Neighbourhood Witch (a paranormal romance novella)
     
    There was a young woman who lived on the edge of the village, but she never received visitors, nor was she invited to any parties or village fetes. It wasn ’t that she was disliked. It wasn ’t even because she was a witch. The sole reason why people in the village left her alone was because poor Henrietta was accident-prone.
     
    The house next to Henrietta's - never occupied for more than a couple of months - has just been bought. The villagers wonder who's bought it, and whether they should be warned about Henrietta. After all, none of the others heeded their warnings.
     
    Meanwhile, Nathan is looking forward to living in a quieter place, after growing bored of the city life. In the village he'll have peace and inspiration for his paintings, and get a chance to meet new people. Starting with his next door neighbour.
     
     
    Also by RK Moore
     
    P.A.S.C.O
     
    Welcome to P.A.S.C.O - a company with an unusually high turnover of staff. Some leave via the door, others via a coffin. Stevie, fresh from the jobcentre, lands a job at PASCO. Except he doesn't quite know what position he's applying for. The jobcentre was vague on that point. The office does boast a large amount of mythology books, however, and in the basement he encounters a strange goat-woman hybrid locked up in a cage. Something tells Stevie this isn't a typical 9-5 job.
     
     
    Note from the Author
     
    As a gesture to say thank you for downloading a copy of Blind Date, I ’d like to offer you a free copy of PASCO. Just use this code - FW22Q - on Smashwords to grab a copy. Coupon expires on Sept 17 2012.