Wednesday, December 4, 2013

On the Isles of Mozambique...

 On The Isles of Mozambique

by Mila A. Ballentine


Samira McAllister, an aspiring writer working for The Seasoned Traveler magazine is offered an
opportunity. She takes advantage of the chance to jump start her career, hoping to make a mark in the
writing industry.

Unforeseen hurdles threaten her ability to follow through with her plans, and life as she knows it
becomes a memory. From that point onward, every choice she makes will seal her fate.

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She heard keys rattling

and the front door

opened. Samira poked her head out in the hallway.

“Hi.” Amy closed the

door, walked to the

kitchen, and poured herself a glass of water.

“I was starting to think

that I’d be eating

dinner alone,” Samira said smiling.

“I went by Eric’s place to

get the rest of my

things.” Amy left the kitchen and went into the living room.

“How did it go?”</ o:p>

“Not good.” She

shrugged. “But I got my

stuff. That’s all that matters.” Amy slouched on the sofa, kicked off her heels

and folded her feet on the sofa. Samira sat down next to her.

“He seemed nice when I

met him.”

Amy huffed. “They’re

always nice when you

introduce them to your friends and family, but ‘come see me, and come live with

me’ are two different things. We could’ve worked it out if he was less

attentive, more considerate and polished up on his communication skills.”

Samira snickered, “You

know most woman would

kill to have a man who’s attentive.”

“Good for them! They

can have him. Eric wants

to know where I am and who I’m with at all times. I can’t live like that. I had

a father who already raised me and I’m not looking for another one.”

Samira chuckled. “I bet

you wished that

fairytales would have warned you about guys like that.”

“Yes, it would’ve been

nice. While you’re in

Africa, bring back a tall, tanned, muscle-bound hunk for me.”

“I’ll see what I can


Amy laughed and hit her

with a throw pillow

she grabbed from the sofa. “I’m just glad the other person you were going to

have as a roommate changed her mind. I needed to get away from him.”

“I’m glad too. The last

thing I need is some

random person going through my stuff while I’m not around.”

“Dido, if I had to spend

another day at

Eric’s place, I would’ve lost my mind. He’s too into me.” Amy took a sip of her

drink and put it on the accent table beside the sofa.

“You don’t have to

worry about me in regards

to that. At least here, you’ll get to keep your sanity.” Samira eased back on

the sofa.

About the Author

Mila A. Ballentine is a mystery writer who doesn't shy away from writing about things that grasp the core of her imagination. She studied Creative Writing and Communication Arts at a City University of New York. Her writing is an extension of her mind’s eye and there is always an element of truth in each of her books. When she's not writing, she enjoys traveling or doing anything that allows her to put her creative energy to use.

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