The day she saw the unicorn, Eleanor was running away. Away from a city more alien than any faraway planet could ever be. A city where people were self-absorbed and insincere, where friends were not friends at all.
She had her head down, not making eye-contact with anyone as she hurried along the footpath, on her way to the dock. Had no reason to look up at the top of that tall building but she did, and she saw him. A unicorn silhouetted against a darkening sky. Eleanor stopped. People and autumn leaves skittered past, a cold wind straight from the southern ocean whipped and unfurled her hair. She was oblivious to it all, her gaze fixed upon the unicorn.
How long had he been up there? This was a street she had travelled most days, on the way to the university. How could she not have noticed him before? And why today, of all days?
Somebody bumped into her in passing. “Sorry,” she mumbled to their departing back. Still apologising, in a city where no-one apologised. A strange place, the city was, where she felt invisible. Once, in the crowded courtyard of a café, she had even pinched herself to make sure she was indeed there.
Eleanor hoisted her back-pack in place and looked for a way into the building. A grand old building now converted into a number of office suites. In the foyer the present clashed with the remnants of a more gracious past.
She chose the staircase rather than the elevator and made her way up the eleven flights of stairs. No-one confronted her, there were no security guards on duty, nothing to stop her reaching the top floor and using the small stairs that gave access to the roof-top. Even the door was unlocked. It was as if she was meant to come here.
from “The Girl and the Unicorn” ….. adult fiction, contemporary fantasy, thriller, mystery, love story
adult fiction, contemporary fantasy, thriller, mystery, love story