Contest.
Starting Thursday 8/16/12 and
running until Thursday 8/23/12 I will have a contest. At the close I will draw
a name and present the winner with a gift certificate for $6 from Amazon. This
certificate can be used for or toward any purchase on the site.
The contest rules are simple, read the excerpt below and answer the question What is Geo's actual first name? (Hint: She tells Ryan her name twice) Enter
your answer in the form of a comment at the end of this blog posting or on my
facebook page posting for the contest at http://www.facebook.com/gary.stillman
That's all. Thank you and best of
luck
Excerpt Geo In Disguise
He shivered slightly. The light
coat he wore was not heavy enough for the mountains though there was no snow on
the ground. The late afternoon sun was sinking fast. Soon it would be dark and
the temperature would drop even more. “So what do you do now Ryan? It would be
impossible to pretend to just bump into her out here.” That’s what he’d
intended to do if she lived in town in an apartment. He was going to pretend he
was looking for a friend and just happened to see her.
That certainly wouldn’t work out
here. Several times, he turned to head back to his car only to turn once more
and study the clearing with the small cabin in the center. Since he’d been
here, he’d seen no activity outside or inside through the open curtains. He was
certain this had to have been her destination though because it was the only
place the road led. There was a two-car garage so her car was doubtless inside.
Still debating his next move, he
stood in the darkness, hidden behind a tree and observed the cabin. As darkness
had fallen, no lights had come on. Not even the chirping of birds or the noise
of insects disturbed the absolute silence that had descended on the area.
Surprise jolted through him when a
soft, melodious voice asked, “Are you spying on me, Ryan? What do you want? Why
are you following me Ryan?”
“I… Um…” He started to turn but her
words stopped him.
“No Ryan just stay as you are until
you answer some of my questions.”
“You know my name but I don’t know
yours. Who are you?”
“Who do you think I am?”
“The woman from my microbiology
class but I don’t know your name.”
“I could be her. So, I’ll ask
again. Why are you following me? Maybe I should call the cops and tell them
you’re stalking me.”
“I don’t have a good answer to why
I’m following you. Just that I want to get to know that woman better. Honest, I
don’t mean any harm.”
“That’s good because I’ll tell you
right now I can defend myself very well. So what should I do about you?”
“Well, you could tell me your name.
Maybe invite me in for a beer or something.”
She chuckled. “Yeah… I guess I
could do that. Should I?”
“Well, from my standpoint, I’d
rather you do that than call the cops. If you’re the woman from school, I’d
like to know you better. I’ve tried to meet you at school but you always seem
to disappear before I can talk to you.”
“I’m a private person. Why do
you wish to know me, Ryan?”
“I can’t explain it really. I seem
to be drawn to you. I find you attractive. Pretty.”
This time she laughed louder. “You
don’t have good answers and you can’t explain. You aren’t
doing very well answering my questions. Then you tell me that you find me
pretty even with the clothes I wear and those glasses?”
“Well…Yes.”
This time when she spoke, her voice
sounded like it was right behind him. If fact, he could feel her breath tickle
the back of his neck. How the hell can she move so quietly?
“Okay, Ryan. You’ve convinced me.
Go to my front door. It’s unlocked. I’ll be right behind you. No tricks. I have
a gun.”
He stepped into the darkened room,
which became brightly illuminated when she flipped a switch behind him.
“I don’t have beer. Will tea be
okay?”
“That’s fine.”
“Then take a seat on the couch.
I’ll be right back.”
Still blinking in the brightness,
he turned to look at her but she was already gone into the… he guessed
kitchen. Damn she’s fast and silent. While he waited, he looked
around the room. An arrangement of colorful flowers sat in a vase on the dark
wood coffee table in front of him. Across the room was a stone fireplace. On
each side of the off-white couch were matching overstuffed chairs. Scenic
pictures of nature hung on all four walls. In addition to the kitchen door
behind him, two more lead from the room along with an open doorway. The wood
floor shined and the rest of the room was meticulous. He didn’t even know she’d
returned until she spoke from right beside him.
“Here’s your tea.”
He jerked his head sideways to face
her and his breath caught in his throat.
“Georgiana.”
“Excuse me?”
“My name is Georgiana. Although
most of my… friends call me Geo.”
