The Imp
By Anna Drake
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The Imp waits and watches. But Geraldine Love is too busy rebuilding her tattered life to notice. All either of them wants is to find a someone to care about in this lonely world. But that's easier said than done in this dark novella.
Lost souls struggle to find themselves and each other in difficult times.
Anna Drake
Anna Drake writes mysteries with a touch of romance and a bit of suspense. She says her fascination with crime and its consequences began when she discovered a stash of Nancy Drew books in her parents' attic. Her devotion to the genre remained even as her tastes expanded. And to this day, when Anna isn't writing, she's most at home with her nose buried in a book. When not writing or reading, she enjoys quilting, gardening, and spending time with family and friends.
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The Imp - Anna Drake
The Imp
Anna Drake
Smashwords Edition
Published 2009 by Anna Drake
This is a work of fiction. All characters'
and most locations within this novella are
the product of the writer's imagination.
***
Chapter 1
Geraldine Love scrolled down her brightly lit computer screen and read through her day's work for the third time. Periodically, her stomach clenched as she came upon a word or a phrase which she could not recall writing. It was happening, again. The woman shook her head and ran an unsteady hand through her fading, brown hair.
This was madness, she thought. No one could be inside her computer. No one could be writing with her, changing her words. The idea was beyond reason, and yet how else could she explain what was happening?
She leaned back in her chair and rubbed her damp palms on her jeans. On the market,
she muttered. I'd never write it that way. I don't think of women and marriage in those terms.
Twice divorced and a woman who considered herself a loser in the marriage-go-round, Geraldine bristled at the concept of marriage contained in the phrase: on the market. Yeah, like women are something that are to be bought and sold.
She laughed, a cold, dry sound which echoed through the slowly darkening, small room. That's not the way of it, baby. That's not what it's about.
She sighed. Now, she was talking out loud to it? Swell, 'this way lies madness,'
she muttered.
For more than a year this woman, who was approaching her late-forties, had stationed herself and her laptop computer nearly daily at this dining room table in this dingy apartment with its low rent and bad drains. She'd dreamed of writing a novel for most of her youth and adulthood. She'd decided, one dark autumn day late last year, to turn her present disaster upside down. She'd take this lemon life had handed her and squeeze lemonade from it. She'd sworn it.
And now this.
She leaned forward, resting her forehead in her right hand; she tried to recall when it had started: how it had been then.
She wasn't a bad looking woman as she sat there in the gathering twilight in front of the glowing laptop; that is if you don't mind a slightly disheveled appearance and advancing years. She'd been living on food stamps and odd jobs for two years now. The strain was taking its toll, and that toll was starting to show.
Her friend at the makeup counter, where Geraldine filled in as needed, had already pointed out to her how badly her eyelids were wrinkling, Under any circumstances, this news would be grim news, but coming as it did at a time when she needed to claw her way out of this mess, it was deadly.
It spoke of aging and vulnerability and trash heaps and rejection letters and long, sad, goodbyes as friends moved on, moved out, moved up.
She rubbed her forehead. When had this started?
She'd taken to calling him, or it, or whatever it was that was inside her computer, the Imp. It had been with her nearly from the beginning of this project, at first just collapsing her spacing occasionally. Geraldine had taken this to mean that she'd missed some important point or had moved a step in the wrong direction; she'd back up, rewrite the paragraph and only move on once the collapsing had stopped.
Madness, she thought, yet again,.
But what else was she to do or to believe? The spacing did collapse. That was real. It was visible. It was concrete.
She believed that she'd picked up some hacker, some benign, benevolent, altruistic soul from the writing world who had probably singled her out at one of the numerous online writing sites she visited daily. Whether or not that was even possible she had no idea. She couldn't conceive of how something like this could be done. Yet it must have happened. What other conclusion could there be?
She wrapped her arms about herself. "There are words on these pages that I know I didn't write."
But she knew next to nothing about hacking or hackers, and who had time, or interest, or even access to such information to check it out? So she'd worked on, trusting that this imp was a mild-mannered, friendly being, who apparently liked doing good deeds in unusual ways via the computer. Occasionally, she'd feel a niggling sense of concern over what was happening. But not often.
And this was different. Her eyes flicked back toward the screen. There was an implied hostility in some of the writing now scattered here and there throughout her work. This new approach by the imp made her question her earlier speculations. Perhaps this thing was not so benevolent after all.
On the market,
she repeated aloud. It was a small point, but it worried her -- as had other small points she'd found in recent days. She felt these small points were adding up to something; she just couldn't figure out quite what yet.
* * *
He leaned back in his seat and grinned. Closing his eyes, he pictured her reaction. He could judge her. He could tell when something he'd inserted would get her goat. He could read it in the revisions she'd post to his work the next day. He could feel it in the changes she'd make.
He chuckled. This was fun; the tension he visualized on her face was delicious.
He'd been at this a good bit of time now. She wasn't his first. She wasn't even his only one. But she was his favorite, for now.
He'd already seen her from long distances. The first time he'd stationed himself outside her place one rainy weekend, ages ago. And finally he'd spotted her, head down, collar up, dashing from her apartment entrance to her old, battered car. She'd looked much like her photo on her website. It had been a relief to him.
Sometimes the photos turned out to be bogus or ancient: taken years if not decades ago. Sometimes, the disconnect for him between who he thought he was tracking and