Retina Blue Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10
The old woman glanced at her watch; she had two miles to walk until she was in the designated position. She felt tired and weary, just old. Admittedly there were other ways to travel, it was just she shouldn’t influence anything. In herself she felt excited; this time she had a role to play and a line to deliver. Until that moment she must not affect anything, not even touch it, and definitely not talk to anyone. That was her purpose, that’s what made her useful. “This one will be perfect,” she croaked.

Olivia was late, her brain was scrambled. “This is so strange. Why would that happen? There is no logic- what’s missing?” Olivia did her best to put her finger on it; but couldn’t. I’m loosing it... too much pressure.
Olivia sat at her large Mahogany desk and pulled her sketch book from a drawer. She clicked the lead in the pencil into position and paused. For a moment she ran the images through her mind. What was it? Connector, time frame, eyes and Retina Blue, she scribbled. When she was finished she stared at the sheet, there was no obvious connection.
Leaning back in her chair Olivia gazed into space for a moment, her head swooned: she grabbed the table. The image of the being’s eyes haunted her. What was missing? Olivia paused before she drew the Connector’s eye as best she could. They were green or were they turquoise? Or clear? It carried a pattern not like normal eyes or was it missing a pattern? What the Hell was it? Olivia put her head in her hands, she felt exhausted, ill, weak and insane. “Where’s Max when I need him? I need his rationale,” she muttered. Creative minds…
Olivia took a deep breath and attempted to concentrate. Whatever it was it didn’t intend to kill her, maybe it was mutated or some kind of weird result of cloning... But its eyes weren’t human. What was it?
Olivia paused mid-sketch, its eyes weren’t human. What does that mean? It wasn’t human?
Staring into space she retraced the events before. What had happened before she woke up? When had she been beaten? Why couldn’t she remember? Olivia pinched herself out of courtesy. She had done that before, many times as a child. Yes she had experienced visions before - either when stressed or when she was too involved in her imagery. But they were just kid’s visions- they happened with over active imaginations. They only ever happened when she was a child. She was not a child and was in complete control! Next she would have another imaginary friend.
Olivia rested her head in her hands; it was happening again, the creativity was taking over. When she was young she would get so involved in her inner landscape that she could get stuck. Hours and hours of day dreaming enabled her to travel through her ornate mental labyrinths, the source of her inspiration. Of course she never told people where she got the images, they would never understand and she certainly couldn’t show them. Olivia huffed, it was there again, the events that took place at thirteen and the labyrinth that became the place to escape and hide. The door was opening and it was calling her. She had not been there for years. She could not go there. If she went in again she feared she would never return. She had almost died there once; she was not going to let it happen again.
“Could I have imagined this whole thing?” Olivia shook her head; I’m a twenty nine year old woman. Surely not. Olivia glanced at the carpet; something sparkled from amongst the shag pile. The hour glass. Olivia dashed over and picked up the tiny ornament and stared at it. “It’s empty- but it’s real.”
Within a second the glass shattered, disintegrating in her hand. The glitter-like dust lifted and wafted through the window. Shit!


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