Unwelcome Guest

By Sonsie Meadows

Who is the woman renting that isolated cottage on the old coast road?

 

I was the first to meet her - her name is Molly. I own the village shop and I like to know what goes on around here. So naturally, I want to know more about her and why she came to Scotland. Molly and her bloodhound puppy take long walks as they explore the area. She was very curious about a neglected stone house at the edge of the woods. That belongs to Old Joe, I told her, our local recluse. 

 

Another young woman has arrived and moved in with Old Joe. Who is she? Why is she here? And why does our notoriously unsociable Joe let her stay? No-one has seen Joe around since she arrived. I feel something is wrong.

 

I spend my days tending the shop so I can't get about much. But Molly can, and she is as curious as I am. I wonder if she can help me get to the bottom of this?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sonsie Meadows
• Release date: Jul 31, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201125394

Sonsie Meadows

Sonsie Meadows lives in Canada and travels often to Scotland to visit family. These visits provide the location and ambiance of Scottish rural life for Molly Fraser's adventures.

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Unwelcome Guest

Sonsie Meadows

Published by Sonsie Meadows, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

UNWELCOME GUEST

First edition. July 31, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Sonsie Meadows.

ISBN: 979-8201125394

Written by Sonsie Meadows.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Also By Sonsie Meadows

Unwelcome Guest

Further Reading: Buried Truths

Also By Sonsie Meadows

About the Author

About the Publisher

THE BELL OVER MY SHOP door tinkled, and I put down my knitting. The shop was empty but for the woman who paused in the doorway.

Can I help you? I asked.

Just browsing, thanks.

She had an American accent, I thought. I watched her wander around the shop. She was fairly tall, with reddish-brown hair, and dressed casually in jeans and a green jacket.

She  moved along the shelves, picking up anything that caught her eye, then putting it back again. She came back to the rack of paperback books I keep near the front of the shop, and browsed through them while other customers came in and kept me busy.

She turned the revolving rack and looked through the guidebooks and maps on the other side. She selected a guide to the local area and brought it to the counter. I noticed that her eyes were green, quite unusual.

I rang up the price in the till. That'll be two pounds, please.

As she passed me the money, I asked, Where are you from then, lass?

Canada.

I've a cousin in Canada, in Toronto.

The woman smiled. That's where I live.

I visited Alistair a few years back. Toronto's a big place. Are ye on holiday?

Yes, I've rented the cottage on the coast road... Spindrift. Do you know it?

Aye, I know the place. Will ye bide there alone?

She nodded, looking slightly puzzled, and left the shop.

Conversation among the other customers started as