TITLE: Painting Kuwait Violet
GENRE: Adult - Women's Fiction (suspense)
Violet, travels to Kuwait to work as a maid and finds she must escape her employer, as the maids are being hunted one by one.
In the sweltering heat of the Kuwaiti desert, she ran, slipping in the shifting sand. Despite the late evening hour, it would take hours before the hot dunes would cool, and boy could she feel it. Her cracked soles were burning, but she couldn’t stop. In her haste to get away from him, she left her slippers behind. He had come out of nowhere and after the last time, she just had to escape. The man was a bastard. The chalet seemed like a distant mirage now, its shadows receding and she knew it was not due to the gaping wound in her scalp, oozing across her forehead. Panting, she pushed herself, trying to keep her voice and wits to herself.
She lumbered on, trying to find a dirt road, a path, a vehicle, a savior. Someone. Anyone. Willing herself onward, she tried to pick up the pace. A dull ache settled in her belly, what of her baby? Yet she hurried in the sand, fumbling towards the next light, the other chalet, sitting in the middle of the desert like an oasis. Thank heavens, at last.
Would they help her? She had to take that chance. One last time she thought to check if she was being followed, when a clean swing knocked her out. He checked her pulse, rock steady, strong. So he swung again. Again. Again. And again, till it disappeared. He stood up straight and looked back at the chalet, then glanced at the one in front, the one she could have escaped to. So close to being caught, he thought. So very close.