Adam's Ribcage

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How would a normal person respond to the love of a father to his child and how far would he be willing to go Jacques has longed to move away from his life in Montreal in hopes of studying the architecture of Europe. Settling down in Cambridge, he comes across his cousin Rose and her boyfriend George and their mutual friend Penelope. Penelope and Jacques begin dating, only for Jacques to constantly notice the beautiful woman next door in the prestigious Broadwell Manor. He is soon introduced to her father Doctor Adam Broadwell. As Jacques continues to study, he finds himself increasingly interested in the antics of Adam's daughter Eve. as time carries on it's clear that there is something to her that is not quite human. When Adam reveals his secret to Jacques, Jacques finds himself in an unwanted position.

Scifi / Drama
CLH Harrison
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Whenever anyone in my circle of friends asks the question of the strangest moment in my life I always refer to something else, such as my first experience drunk or when I awoke from a fictional operation, rather than what is my strangest, if not saddest, event. Those who I consider my close friends also do not know of this moment, and for them I am grateful for if I did tell them I suspect I would have less close friends, or worse none. My strangest moment comes from my six months living in Cambridge, a time I wish forgotten.

I had been hoping to study at the University for some time, hoping to achieve a degree in Architecture from their campus. My family were happy that I was seeking a European degree, believing that the huge amount of history in the area would benefit me. I was hoping to get away from my family and be relatively independent from their grasp. Whilst the residences had been all but taken I was able to finally find myself in a lodger for an old guest house for one of the long defunct estates. Whilst it was in essence an apartment, the best part about that apartment was a grand view of the neighbouring estates around us. The furniture had already been provided and I rarely saw the others who were renting separate rooms. Such was the case of differing degrees, both of attitude and academics. Such a quaint little hideaway indeed.

Naturally I hadn’t travelled across the pond from my native Montreal without fully escaping my large family. By pure luck I had forgotten until Oxford had closed overseas applications that my favourite cousin lived in the city, patiently wasting her parents money as a sporting woman or businesswoman or whatever her fancy was at the moment in question. So it was no surprise when I received a letter--though granted it was out of the blue as I had never given my address to anyone save my immediate family but say what you will--inviting me over to her home for a dinner and to ‘bring a little British into our French ancestry’. Thankfully, or rather not, Cambridge was kind towards bikers and I was able to arrive a good ten minutes early than the time appointed. After a fifteen minute wait I was met by an obedient butler who lead me to the back patio of the manor.

“Jackie, how are you darling?” My dear cousin Rose Austen greeted with a large air hug. “It’s been how long since we last saw each other?”

“Too long,” I said, wishing it were true. She gave the most absent of smiles and lead me to the table where I discovered we were to be joined by another gentleman.

“How do you do? Name’s George. George Beckett. I’m sure Rosie here has told you all about me,” The loud brash man said. I could tell instantly he wasn’t gentlemanly, the facade of his attire and build ruined by his voice. The sort of voice one has when they try to sound gentlemanly. “She’s told me an awful lot about you.”

“Well that’s good to know, then I can hear all about you,” I cursed myself internally but George clearly showed no care. It was clear he was more than happy for the subject. For the next twenty minutes I listened to his prattling about his heritage, how his family had been able to survive the threats posted against them from the power of Socialism and had been avid supporters of Enoch Powell. Rose stared at him with admiration on her face, but tiredness in her eyes. Whilst she had always been a beauty, if she were truly happy her eyes had a twinkle like that of a clear starry night with the nebulae visible. This was not an occasion.

“So you say your new place is on the other side of the city? Well fair enough, great way to get exercise. You should join me some time when I’m not busy with my business degree. God forbid my father thinks I don’t deserve my families business, am I right?”

“I’m sorry, which business was that again?”

“Real Estate, silly,” Rose said. “You should have come sooner, we could have gotten you a good deal for a house. Then you wouldn’t have to share with others.”

“Dinner is served,” the butler said, placing the first plates in front of us. Thankfully dinner was swift and the conversation became more geared to the couple, allowing me to act the part of the fly. As we finished our main course we were joined by another lady.

“How do you do?” the pampered hand reached out. “My name is Penelope. You must be Rosie’s cousin.”

“Second, cousin, yes,” I replied. I gently kissed the palm of her hand.

“A true gentleman. You take lessons George,” the lady teased. The corner of my eye caught an evil glare. “Dearest Rosie. So sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine dear,” Rose said. “We’re just about to have desert. Care to join us?”

“So, what do you do here in Cambridge Penelope?” I asked politely.

“Oh, it’s painfully boring. I simply live here. My father happens to be a member of the chair for the University. I suppose it does well for him…”

“Jackie,” Rose said. “What was the name of that estate you said you lived by again?”

“Broadwell Manor, why?” I asked.

“Broadwell? You mean people are still living there?” George said. The conversation drifted into other stuff before I could answer, so I excused myself early for home. As I pedalled away from the carnage of the evening my mind could not make tale of what had happened tonight. As I climbed up my stairs though, one thing I was sure of was that I had seen a beautiful blonde woman jogging past me. I did not know why she had struck me as noteworthy. If only I had known.

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