The raindrops trailed down the windows of Georgia's living room, some slow, others quite fast, as though they were racing each other in a formula one championship. Through the hazy glass, Georgia could just about see the shadowy silhouette of the mountain, looming ominously above her quiet little town, a thick ring of fog perching on its peaks.
In the opposite direction was the sea. On a good day, when the sun was beaming down upon it, its azure blue waves would glitter and sparkle, as if the souls of a thousand stars were dancing on them. But on a day like today, the sea's mood was stormy and angry.
A sense of unease and fear overcame Georgia as her gaze once again was drawn, like a magnet, back to the mountain. There was something very threatening about it today. Dangerous. She couldn't quite put her finger on it.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
