Griffinwood Close
By J. Lynn Carr
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The only thing Altair wants is peace and quiet.
J. Lynn Carr
J. Lynn Carr is an emerging author recognized for her cozy fantasy tales with endearing misfit characters and fantastical settings. She has three novellas published by Page Thirteen Press, including the quaint fantasy-romance A Werewolf In Mims, which has been called "a hug of a book" by reviewers. She lives in Austin, TX with her spouse and their two dogs, Freddie Coco and Mildred Cuddlefoot.
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Griffinwood Close - J. Lynn Carr
Griffinwood Close
Copyright © 2023 by J. Lynn Carr
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
First Printing, 2023
Page Thirteen Press
ISBN: 979-8-9882084-2-6
Griffinwood Close
J. Lynn Carr
publisher logoPage Thirteen Press
Contents
Dedication
Winter
One
Two
Three
Spring
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Summer
Eight
Nine
Ten
Autumn
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Winter
Fourteen
A Letter to William Shakespeare
About The Author
Also By J. Lynn Carr
To Mildred Cuddlefoot and Freddie Coco
Winter
One
Emil Jones is losing blood.
It gushes from his neck as he drags himself through the forest, the bottom of his boots gummed up with dead leaves. His breathing is ragged and loud in his ears. The smell of his sweat and blood mingles with the dampness of the night. His hand covers his neck, but it does little to stop the blood. It flows hot and sticky down his arm.
He thinks about the beast who tore a chunk from his neck, but his brain reminds him it wasn’t a beast but a man.
Just a man with blond hair and tar-black eyes. His teeth may have been predator-sharp, his grip like that of a lion grasping onto his dinner, but even delirious with blood loss, Emil thinks that it is not the weapon itself that is evil but how the soldier decides to use it. The man was made a beast by the dogma—evident by the red band around his arm—that courses through his heart, his beliefs as dark as the night sky in the city.
The sky in the forest is different than the sky in the city. It is brighter for one, no longer a coarse black blanket made solid by a permanent fog. Instead, it is a silky, luminescent blue beset with jewels. The earth smells differently here, too. Older, yet freshly turned, with a sense of some impending performance of green. It is late Winter, he seems to recall, and Spring is knocking on the door.
The trees thin and Emil comes upon a clearing of tall grass turned soft in the moonlight. He is lost, he realizes, with a sinking feeling in his stomach. He doesn’t know how much longer he can drag his body forward through the endless night. The dizziness is already setting in, turning the grass into undulating waves. There is a roaring in his ears, like an ocean wave breaking against the shore—but there is no ocean, or maybe there is and he is the shore. The noise washes over him as he stumbles forward into the field, fighting against the knowledge that he will succumb to the bite in his neck and the venom coursing through his veins.
But then, suddenly, it is no longer a field but a circular courtyard lined with mismatched houses. The entrance is marked by a wrought-iron gate dripping with a passionflower vine. Together, the iron and waxy green tendrils of the vine reach up and over, meeting in the middle above the entryway to form the words Griffinwood Close.
Beyond the gate, a fountain, crowned by a winged creature, sits in the center of the courtyard. Both eagle and lion are represented in bronze, the sculpture tarnished with age. The air smells sweet, like lilacs and freshly baked bread.
Emil stumbles forward again, toward the fountain, intent on remedying the dryness in his mouth.
He kneels, his hands black with dirt, and clutches the edge of the fountain. His blood smears against the white stone, and he feels a pang of embarrassment. What would his mother think of his manners, getting blood on everything…
He leans forward. He can just make out his reflection in the water, his angular features covered in mud and blood, and something else—a thick black substance that oozed from the soldiers he fought on the battlefield. The tip of his nose just touches the water before he releases a shaky breath and succumbs to the pain.
***
The peal of the bell signifies an emergency town meeting, and Altair is not happy about this. However, as per Section 2B, Paragraph 1 of the Griffinwood Lease Agreement, he is contractually obliged to attend any and all town meetings, regardless of the hour.
So he tosses back his quilt and ties his robe around his waist before stalking, quite angrily, out of Number Two and into the courtyard. His mouth is open, about to spew forth a selection of complaints, when the smell of blood hits him like a wall, and he closes his mouth quickly, clenching his jaw against the tightness in his gums.
His teeth sharpen into fine points when he sees the body crumpled beside the fountain, a hunter’s instinct thrumming deep in his bones. His mouth waters, trying to convince him that he is thirsty, though he shouldn’t be after his dinner an hour earlier. He can smell the earthiness of the