The House Guest (Excerpt)
The House Guest
by Asta Idonea
“Hey, buddy! That’s the last of it.”
Zach stalled, nearly dropping the box he carried in both arms. He grimaced under the weight as he shuffled the last few meters and set it down atop a pile of others. Then he turned to the speaker.
“Great. Thanks.” He expected the man to leave. When he didn’t, Zach experienced a rush of dread. “It should all be paid. I did a bank transfer last week.” His thoughts leaped to his empty wallet. Shit. What if they wanted more money? He’d be gutted if he had to call his parents for help on the first day.
“Yeah, yeah, you’re all paid up,” the man said. Zach’s relief must have shown on his face, because the man—was it Bill?—gave a sympathetic smile. “I just need a signature.”
Zach took the clipboard, scanned the page, and signed on the dotted line. Bill—the paperwork confirmed Zach’s memory was in working order—slipped the pen back beneath the clip, then tore off the bottom copy of the form, passing it to Zach.
“All the best. Watch if you shift those boxes; some of them are bloody heavy.”
Zach saw Bill and his partner out, then surveyed the chaos left in their wake. There were removal boxes everywhere--some half-unpacked, most as yet unopened. The realisation he still had to sort through them all saw Zach’s already depleted energy levels slump even further. He needed a coffee. The caffeine boost would see him ready to tackle this disaster zone.
He meandered to the kitchen, where he’d deposited the cooler bag. His mother was a gem when it came to this sort of thing. When she’d suggested he take provisions, he’d laughed. However, she’d shaken her head and informed him it would be a tiring day and he’d be grateful for a snack, ready and waiting, when he needed one. He’d accepted the offer to keep her happy, but it turned out she had been right.
He unzipped the bag, pulled out the thermal flask, and unscrewed the lid. He poured a generous serving of coffee into the lid and took a tentative sip. It wasn’t too hot, so he downed the rest and filled a second cup.
The doorbell rang and he hurried to answer. A grin spread across his face when he saw who—and what—it was. He gestured the deliverymen in and indicated where they should set down the package. There was another round of paperwork to sign and then he was alone once more.
Zach was bursting with enthusiasm; although, he wasn’t certain if that was due to the delivery or the coffee. Probably the delivery, he decided as he eyed the well-packaged bulk that stood against the far wall. He wondered where his scissors were. He glanced at the boxes spread about him, but even the rough labels on the sides weren’t enough to reveal in which one he’d packed them. Then he froze and shook his head at his idiocy.
He reached into his back pocket and retrieved his penknife. It was small and wouldn’t be as efficient as the scissors, but it would get the job done. He set to work with the blade, sawing through tape and foam and cardboard until, at last, the item beneath was revealed. Pushing the detritus out of the way, he stepped back to admire his purchase.
When he first saw it in the antique shop window two weeks ago, he knew he had to have it. His tastes were usually far more modern, but something about this piece had called to him. So much so, he’d barely haggled and agreed to pay only five pounds less than the price on the label. It had blown his budget—he’d have to wait until next month to purchase a television—but, seeing it now, Zach remained convinced it was worth that minor inconvenience.
The cabinet was made of pine, stained to look like oak, and stood about a meter high. The dealer had it listed as a small sideboard, but Zach intended to use it as a television stand--once he’d saved enough to get one. Two doors opened to reveal a hollow interior with one shelf, where he would store his DVDs, and above that were two small drawers, where he could keep remote controls and any other odds and ends. It was only now, as he observed it against the beige wall, that he noticed the lock.
The drawer on the left, unlike its fellow, was fastened with a small tarnished padlock—an old one from the looks of it. In the gloom of the shop, it had been invisible, but in the bright lounge, it stood out against the lighter wood. Zach gave the drawer a gentle tug. The padlock creaked but held fast. He frowned and stared at it for a moment, considering his options. But then he shook his head and turned away. There was still so much unpacking to do; the lock would have to wait for now.
It was the sensible course of action. Even so, Zach’s gaze strayed to the cabinet many times throughout the day, his imagination ripe with reasons for the lock, and what secrets the drawer might hold.
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Also by Asta Idonea
Fire Up My Heart (MM Sci-Fi Novella)
London bartender Fane thinks he’s hit the jackpot when he finds a rare and expensive service Bot discarded in a dumpster, and he takes it home to get it working again. The Jo-E brings some much-needed companionship to Fane’s lonely life, but there’s something different about this Bot, as indicated by its odd behavior. Fane’s developing feelings toward Jo-E trouble him, and things go from bad to worse when a robotics engineer arrives on Fane’s doorstep, demanding the return of his property. Fane is forced to choose between a hefty reward and following his heart. Giving in to his forbidden desires might get him killed—or change his life forever.
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Wish You Were Here (MM Contemporary/Paranormal Novella)
The death of Oakley’s sister has left his family broken and buried beneath their grief. In an attempt to get out from underneath their pain, they rent an isolated cottage in the Cotswolds. For Oakley, it’s an exercise in futility. He doesn’t see much hope for things to get back to the way they used to be, and he’s bored and restless as he waits out the time until he can return to the city and university. All of that changes when he meets local boy Bobby, and the connection between them is instant. Within a few days, Oakley is ready to walk away from everything to stay with Bobby. However, Bobby has problems of his own, and they might be more than the budding romance can survive. But they might also give Oakley a new perspective on his own situation.
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About the Author
Asta Idonea (aka Nicki J Markus) was born in England but now lives in Adelaide, South Australia. She has loved both reading and writing from a young age and is also a keen linguist, having studied several foreign languages.
Asta launched her writing career in 2011 and divides her efforts not only between MM and mainstream works but also between traditional and indie publishing. Her works span the genres, from paranormal to historical and from contemporary to fantasy. It just depends what story and which characters spring into her mind!
As a day job, Asta works as a freelance editor and proofreader, and in her spare time she enjoys music, theatre, cinema, photography, and sketching. She also loves history, folklore and mythology, pen-palling, and travel, all of which have provided plenty of inspiration for her writing.
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