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My new book Proximity Factor is on KDP
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https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CW1GZY42
Short sample:
“This is Cynthia Austen, I am recording my events at the location directed by the Major. I am at a spot marked with a small X scratched in the floor. There are a few vending machines here. By the looks of the fading on the floor, they been standing here for a long time. The time is 12:35 a.m. Aside for me there is no one here. I had passed Ed on the way over. As far as I know I am to stand here until some phenomenon happens and describe it, whether it be hallucination, illusion or nothing.”
“It is 12:50 a.m., and I feel a bit foolish just standing here in a corridor with absolutely nothing happening and nobody around... I just heard something like footsteps approaching. I don’t see anything, yet I hear muffled voices and a bit of commotion like this was a very busy area. Oh my god, I am moving toward the snack machines like something is directing me. I am obviously hallucinating this now. My cat has nuzzled his face in my backpack and curled into a ball against my back.”
“An odd feeling has permeated the area and there is no sense of time. Everything is becoming much clearer and sharper in the near view, while everything else is dropping out of focus. A flood of anxiety has overwhelmed me as I am standing next to the snack vending machines. I am reviewing all my favorite snacks from sweet to salty. I am leaning over to the vending machine and using my right hand to hold me up.”
“I guess she has been standing there during all this. Since I did not notice or respond, she very softly called out a name. It wasn't my name. It was barely a whisper, and I almost believed it was just some thought I had. But after a while, I got curious and wanted to see if there really was someone behind me. Since I was already bent over and was using my right hand against the vending machine, I could only turn my head around. If there was someone there, they would have to be very close to expect me to hear such a soft call.”
“As I turned my head, because of the angle of my body, I was forced to look down. When I was far enough to actually see something, my eyes were pointing to the floor. I could see there were two feet covered by a small pair of white sneakers. It was clear they belonged to a young woman.”
“They twitched as my gaze landed on them. This is getting interesting. I am releasing my grip on the vending machine to turn my body fully around, but my line of sight remained glued to the floor and the small white sneakers.”
“The turn is deliberate, but it is very slow. Yet the two little feet and the person attached did not move. This excites me even more, so I am taking my time to follow through. I am slowly raising my head, viewing her in segments.”
“She is wearing white socks and faded blue jeans. I came upon her rear I am thinking “nice butt” and am lingering my gaze there for a good long look. She did not move.”
“Now I resume looking up her body. She is wearing a white textured sweater and when I came upon her breasts, I am also lingering there. Still, she did not move.”
“I continued gazing up and notice her face is quite red, her name was Patricia. How do I know that? She is a soft-spoken straight-haired blonde, who mostly is watching what is going on around her. I wondered, she must either have sunburn or be wearing make-up to simulate a sunburn, her face was so red.”
“When I came up to her eyes I stopped. Her eyes were elsewhere and did not meet mine. I waited until our gaze met. Of where she had been looking, I didn't know, but I suspected she was focusing on my groin. It hit me, it was not a sunburn or makeup, but she was blushing... hard.”
“Now, a stinging sensation slammed me in the face, as I also blushed at the exact time her eyes met mine. Wanting to answer her original call to me, I said her name in a soft whisper, 'Patricia'. I uttered in a long slow breathy call, not knowing or expecting a response. We are both facing each other only inches apart, and at the sound of my saying her name, she expressed great surprise and her mouth dropped open. I’m not sure how much time passed since I was in a trance-like state looking into her deep big blue eyes. The footsteps of another person walking by broke our gaze, and she wandered back into the shadows of a deserted corridor.” Walking back to my dorm and getting into bed, I masturbated all night.