Echoes

By Kizzy Lee

In this second collection Kizzy Lee brings the reader more spine tingling and often outright horror, tales of weird fiction, all with an element of suspense and often with a twist that you dont expect, aiming to entertain and take the reader away from the mundane Kizzy Lee never fails to bring a little fear and excitment in the life of the reader.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kizzy Lee
• Release date: Sep 16, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301072712

Kizzy Lee

forty six married with four kids and two dogs , a greyhound that has lived forever and a chihuahua that is my constant companion. very happy with my life i love to write but i also sew making dance costumes as i have three girls and they have all loved to dance. my son has his own world and that's good too, together we are one happy family. i really hope everyone likes to read my stories as i have a ton of them all waiting to get out.

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Echoes

A second collection of short stories by Kizzy Lee

Published by Kizzy Lee at Smashwords

Echoes

Copyright 2012 Kizzy Lee

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Adult Reading Material

This book has been written by an English author and will contain many words written in the English language and therefore using English spellings, some slang words are also used to maintain credibility of the story.

Thank you to my ever faithful friends; Mims, Penny and Rhonda your encouragement and support is what keeps me going, thank you always to my beautiful children, and your patience in letting me write I really do appreciate it and love you all. Thank you to my readers I appreciate your support and hope you enjoy this book.

Table of Contents

Last Order

The Devil is in the Detail

Don't Feed It

Baby Blue

Keep Out

Echoes

The Carousel

She Couldn't Help

A Word from the Author

Last Order

Another busy day at the cafe bustling with customers, orders, coffee being drunk, cakes being eaten by eager people, or merely picked at by 'dieters'. Children with sticky fingers, swallow noisily, or lick their fingers to the stern faces of elders. It was the middle of the day, and the sun shining in through the window made it a bright and happy day, for most people. For most people the chattering surrounding the tables, the clattering of pots and clinking of cutlery was all part of the atmosphere here at Joe's Cafe.

No one really noticed the girl with the long curly hair sink lower and lower into her coffee that still hadn't been drunk. No one really noticed how quiet she was or the tears that threatened on the edges of her eyelids. Not until the old man with the time withered face who had just entered the lively cafe and was looking for a place to sit, not until he chose her table, the table with the girl with the long curly hair, not until he asked the words; Do you mind if I sit here young lady did anyone even speak to her.

Even though her beautiful hair had now nearly covered her face, even though her head was so low it nearly rested on the table, even though her eyes still held that sad gaze she still nodded such a slight nod such a tiny gesture towards him, and even though she wanted no one near her, ever, she still let him join her at the table.

The sounds of the busy cafe rattled on the orders shouted back and forth the table cleaner disappeared out the back to smoke a quick fag against the law of management as it was and thus some of the shouting now included questions as to where the damn cleaner was, the cups banged against the side of the metal sink as they were thrown in and the forks clashed against the side as they were flung scalding hot from the water that burned the hands of the part time student helper, and the thought that they didn't get paid anywhere near enough to cover the idea of pain from being burned and pain in their feet from having been on the go all day, flickered angrily across the mind of the young student, who of course had to be here for the pittance of the meagre pay packet kept them alive and they struggled to keep attending the university but it all joined together to hopefully paint the picture of the day when they were the customer on the other side of the serving hatch spending money and they promised themselves they would not forget their roots and they would give a huge tip to whatever poor student stood the wrong side of the serving hatch when that day came.

Though not even the student working hard and grumbling noticed the girl with the long curly hair, they harboured their future dreams and didn't see her slumped at the table with a coffee barely touched.

The boss was especially pleased as he always was on days like this, any person who looked at him would see the dollar signs in his eyes each time the till rang in the customers money, each clatter and clash to him meant more money at the end of the day, and 'really why didn't the lazy student appreciate the amount he was being paid and work faster to show that appreciation? And why didn't the cleaner, whom he paid way too much money too, ever come in from out the back? if he found out she was smoking again he would very definitely sack her this time!', his face growing varying shades of purple as these thoughts passed through his mind and he storms off to shout at anyone who is near him. 'He earned all his money his self, no one helped him! No one came and lined his pockets! He had pulled himself up by his boots straps, everything, everything, you see was his and he had worked bloody hard for it and why the hell didn't anyone appreciate what he did for them? Life doesn't hand you money on a plate no life gives you shit and he had worked his way out of shit!' The shouts went off into the distance as the boss went to find new people to scream at, and no, he didn't notice the girl with long curly hair sitting at the table although you would think he would have noticed, she had only bought one cup of coffee and had been there a long time you would think he would not have missed the opportunity to insist she part with more money, but then he had important shouting to do, he had more people to be made to realise how hard he had worked, though he wasn't actually working that hard now, but he had paid his dues and he wouldn't stop until everyone appreciated that.

The long suffering wife of the boss smiled in the way only an anti-depressant filled haze could produce such a vacant smile, when all around her was chaos and shouting, she didn't mind that he shouted at everyone, she didn't mind that he would continue shouting when they got home, she didn't mind when he went to hit her, she never minded because her little anti depressant, friendly, tablet would help her not mind. Yet in her fuzzy drug addled mind there was not one tiny part that would notice the girl with the long curly hair so very still at the table near the back.

The old wrinkled man sat quietly at first, saying nothing and just smiling at her. she didn't feel like smiling, she thought she would never feel like smiling again, ever, the world contained nothing in it that could make her feel good enough to smile. She wondered if her ex boyfriend was smiling. Her mind grimaced inwardly as