Cold Blue Eyes.

I live in the pastoral lowlands now but once I strode the highlands; dark and fey, and there, I met a girl,
dark and fey as the land that birthed her.
A friendly and kind hillwalker, on holiday, meets a strange girl in the pub. Deserted, her husband vanished in the mist as so many do in the empty places of the high lands. Lost and lonely she searches for him. Looks for him as she has for months growing fey and strange, even slightly mad. Loneliness, the harsh climate, desertion, and despair played on her mind. Latching on to the kindly hillwalker they set out to find her husband or his body. But not all is as it seems the "Cold Blue Eyes" of the mad girl seem calculating rather than deluded. Plus, there is something about the hillwalker. He is too kind, too helpful, too thoughtful, few are as good as he seems to be.
There is a living man, or a dead body out in the wilds to be found. He may not be the only dead body by the end of this tale.
Oh, No, No, No, trust no one. I definitely did not know where this was heading. Fantastic and Frightening.
Bill Murphy. The Maniac Magazine.
Erotic, clever and over all too soon, a page turner.
Carly Mellion. Author of Panjandrum
I love simplicity. A film waiting to happen, sharp, short, and clever.
Zoe Longridge. Margins Magazine for Women.