TITLE: Amber and the Whispering Willows
GENRE: M/G - Y/A Fantasy
Car lights flooded the Esplanade as limo after limo pulled into the circular driveway of the the Mayor of Helmsdale's mansion. Falling snowflakes created delicate shimmers of light on the nearby pine trees as elegant ladies, draped in furs, entered through the columned portico, escorted by gentlemen in tuxedos.
On the edge of the village, Paul Sanders paced in his living room. He rumpled his sandy-blonde hair in frustration and clicked on the television; New Year's Rocking Eve blasted into the room. "This is no time to celebrate," he muttered and switched off the set. Picking a book from a nearby shelf, he flipped to the first page, then tossed the book onto the sofa. Why her? Only twenty-two and now I'm raising our child alone!"
Three years ago this very night, it happened. He would never forget how long he had waited downtown. Just before midnight he received a call; a drunk driver side-swiped his wife's car. She swerved into oncoming traffic and died instantly.
Punching his fist into his trembling hand, an image of an ethereal woman streaked through his mind. She had been there to comfort him that tragic night. If it hadn't been for her, he never would have been able to cope with what had happened. "Where is she now?" he blurted out.
As he sat on the couch, thoughts of Elena haunted him. Their many years of friendship had grown into so much more. Paul adored his wife, but Elena owned his soul.