A Forever Home

Not that he could be everywhere at once.

A cool breeze that smelled of fresh rain lifted the curtains. Thinking that perhaps she ought to lower the windows, Cora put down her cup, rose and leaned on the sill.

Storms over the lake had always fascinated her, so she didn’t immediately adjust the windows. Instead, she looked out from her attic-level quarters, which gave her a perfect view of the show. For a moment she was mesmerized by the electric light dancing in the sky.

Until another movement closer by captured her attention.

She dropped her gaze to search for the source.

Lightning flashed again and she could see the second-floor balcony and the small wiry man with red hair standing on end who perched there, back stiff, body wired with tension.

With a start, she thought she recognized him. Red Flanagan?

Could it be? He certainly reminded her of the man in the portrait hung in the rotunda.

Shocked, Cora gripped the windowsill and held her breath.

The sky went dark and she blinked several times, then took another look that made her stomach whirl.

The balcony stood empty.

Lightning flashed again, confirming that no one was there now...if anyone had ever been there at all. She’d thought the intruder was a flesh-and-blood man. But now she wondered. Surely no one these days could look exactly like an eighty-year-old portrait.

Trembling from the inside out, she closed the windows, and with shaking hands, locked them.

Not that locked windows could stop a ghost...

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