Scenario
We are not all as others would see us. Donna Simon appears to be a simple-minded plane young woman whose timidity gets her into trouble. A fine brain lies within the head of an outwardly nervous, Donna. She knows she is not stupid. If people could stand in her shoes perhaps they would not be so quick to judge. Donna is a sensitive and delicately intelligent woman trapped by the terrors of mankind. Poor Donna was born in unfortunate circumstances, a drug addict father and a spineless mother. Donna sees things, and feels things—she senses the presence of the long dead. At times she cannot differentiate between reality, history, and imagination. A murder has been committed in her neighbourhood and accidentally the girl stumbles on the solution. Who will believe a simpleton when as far as is known no crime has been committed?

Chapter 1
Missing
Making very slow headway a lone woman huddled in her all-encompassing fur coat struggling against the winter storm. A single streetlight cast a ghostly ring of flickering illumination in the near whiteout conditions. Almost unconscious to her surroundings the solitary pedestrian passes a parked vehicle. With a roar the world leaped into thunderous life. Brilliant lights flood the blinding snow closing the terrestrial sphere in a small intense ball of luminescence. A grinding bump and a body lay bleeding with brilliant red contrasting the frozen white snow. The shadow of death has passes over the area and all is left in silence save for the roar of the wind and the rumble of a diesel engine receding into the distance. Donna snuggled up warm and comfortable in the old armchair and watched TV in the warmth of her aunt.s centrally heated home. Hector the dachshund asleep on her lap, self-assured and satisfied. "Coffee, dear?" Aunty asked. "Yeth, pleeth." Now, poor Donna has a face that immediately tells you the elevator just doesn.t reach the penthouse. She had very few friends, mainly because of her attitude. With a serious speech impediment and a distrust of her fellow humans she prefers the company of her dachshund Hector, and the solitude of the brain-box-a trinket given to he by her mother. Aunty had to be tolerated, as there simply was no one else. A thunderous banging on the front door threw alarm into Donna. Leaping to her feet sending Hector scurrying and barking across the floor she stood eyes-wide with fear.Read at Book Habit.com