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Title: Piper’s Purgatory
Author: Maureen A. Miller
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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It could have been minutes—maybe even hours
that she sat watching phantom figures pass by.
Motion at the
street corner caught her attention. Just another foggy remnant of an Earthbound
soul.
No.
Wait.
Her eyes
snapped at the shock of color.
Blue.
Frustrated, she
blinked away tears and grit.
It was a man.
With a shoulder
propped against the building, his long back faced her. His hand was hitched in
the pocket of his jeans while his head inched up, searching the sky.
Piper slowly
uncurled her body and rose. Hands shaking, she tried to grab the railing for support.
Convinced her
eyes were playing tricks on her, she searched the avenue. In a swirling sea of
pink and red ribbons laced with airy pedestrians and transparent cars, the man
stood in stark contrast.
Blue—glorious—authentic—contrast.
Piper picked
her way across the street, dodging a vending truck. There was no tailwind. No
scent of exhaust. And no need to dodge. Those factors didn’t register. Her
focus was solely on the man now half a block away.
As real as he
looked in his jeans and flannel shirt, she expected him to dissolve on
approach. So far, though, he remained convincingly intact. All the phantom
pedestrians she had passed were bundled for the late autumn chill, but like
her, he wore no coat.
This man had
ruffled brown hair as if a strong breeze played with the soft ends. Hitched
against the brick façade, the broad width of his shoulders was evident. Half of
the blue flannel shirt was tucked into jeans that rode low over his hips.
“Hello?” she
tested quietly, afraid to be rejected again.
The man’s arm
jerked as he hefted off the wall. Sharp eyes flared open and traveled over her
face, briefly trailing down her arms before they hiked back up to her gaze.
“Hello.”
Husky.
Tentative. His voice rumbled across the space between them.
Green. His eyes
were green. Not red. Not pink. Not amethyst. Not translucent. A rich, vibrant
green like sunshine over a field of wild grass.
“You—you see
me?”
Any other time
she might worry that she sounded like a nut job, but now was not the time.
“I do,” he murmured, his eyes tracing her chin
and sliding up into her hair. “Are you—” he hesitated, “—real?”
Piper almost
collapsed.
“Real,” she
repeated, her lips hiking into a smile.
His mouth
quivered in an attempt to mimic it.
“As real as can
be in this place.”
Even in death,
she tried to play it cool.
Don’t look
desperate.
Don’t look
eager.
Don’t drool.
“Can I touch you?” she asked.
Soooo not cool!
This time his
full lips settled into a smile. He raised his arm with his palm up. It was only
inches away. She stared at that hand with broad fingers and a callused patch
between the thumb and forefinger.
Tentative, she
reached forward and tapped her pointer in the sinewy center. His fingers
snapped around it, making her scream and yank free.
