SILENT LIGHT
She ignored the sign that told her to please knock before entering and pushed the heavy door open, scowling at the brass nameplate; Dr. Allison Curran.
âMichaela,â Dr. Curran looked up from her computer screen. âCome in. Iâm glad you could stop by, I need to talk to you.â
âYouâve been ignoring me,â Michaela said. She stepped into the room and shoved the door closed. âYou havenât returned any of my calls. We were supposed to meet on Friday and you didnât turn up.â She forced a calming breath. âI waited for two hours for you, Allison.â
The other woman looked surprised. âWhy did you wait so long? I couldnât make
it.â
Michaela shook her head. âAnd let me guess, your cell battery was dead and you werenât anywhere you could plug a charger in. Youâve been ignoring me, Allison.â
Dr. Curran perched on the side of her desk, legs long and shapely. She cleared her throat. âI donât know exactly how to say this, honey,â she started.
Michaela suddenly wanted to close her eyes. âDonât honey me,â she said, feeling tired. âJust say it. Just tell me what it is you called me in here for. I know itâs not about my thesis. I got the message that youâve palmed me off onto Professor Grayson.â Michaela leaned back against the door, now wanting to just turn around and leave. She did not want to hear this.
âMichaela,â Allison was saying, âIâm sorry about that really, but itâs for the best. I donât think this is going to work between us.â
Michaela watched her through narrowed eyes and said nothing.
Allison cleared her throat and carried on. âWe had a terrific time, you and me. Itâs been amazing; you know that. I know that. But it canât go on.â She gave a sigh that sounded to Michaela a touch too theatrical. âI shouldâve known better than to get involved with you.â
Now Michaela was gaping at her. âWhat?â she said. âWhat are you talking about? Youâre the one who made the first move. And now youâre thinking itâs a bad idea?â She shook her head and stood up. âYouâve got to be kidding, Allison.â
Allison smoothed her skirt down over shapely hips. She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. âIâm not in the habit of this, you know.â
âNo?â said Michaela. She hesitated, then nodded. âOkay, Iâll give you that.â âYou are an amazing young woman,â Allison carried on. âIâve never met anyone
with so much potential.â She stood up and took Michaelaâs hands in her own. âI have
to end this. Do you have any idea what would happen to me here, if people found out
about us? My reputation would be in tatters. Iâd be lucky if I managed to keep my job.
âIâve worked too hard and too long to risk it this way,â she said. âYouâre young, just starting. Thereâs a different path for you. You wonât have to pretend the way I have.â She sat down at her desk and stared at the neat piles of paper there. âThis is the way it is for me, and Iâm stuck with it and Iâm sorry, but I canât risk it.â
Michaela leaned back against the door again and stared at the view through the window. âOkay,â she said at last on a sigh. âOkay.â
Allison opened one of the desk drawers. She pulled out a key ring and sorted through it, removed one of the keys.
âI know weâd planned a few days away,â she said. âThereâs no reason you shouldnât go anyway.â She held out the small silver key. âPlease. I would feel better knowing you were enjoying the place. Itâs beautiful there by the lake. You can go for walks, do some work on your thesis, relax.â
  Michaela looked at it. âWonât you and your husband be wanting to go there now?â she asked, bringing her gaze away from the window and onto the womanâs face.
Allison flushed. âGerald and I are flying out to Paris on Saturday. Please, Michaela, take the cabin for a while. Thereâs everything you need there, itâs a lovely spot. Drive-up there, pick up some food on the way, and when you get there, just relax. Do a bit of work and otherwise just relax.â She stood and pressed the key into Michaelaâs hand, curled the fingers around it.
Michaela stared at the woman who had been her lover for the last three months. âFlying out to Paris?â she repeated. She held up the key. âSure Allison. Thatâll be great. No problem.â She pulled open the door. Have a terrific time,â she said and left.
 She packed her books into two plastic crates and hefted them into the trunk of the rental car. Boot it was called back at home, the boot of the car. On the other side of the world. But she couldnât go running home. She had to finish out the year here.
 Graduate. She stared at the books in the trunk. Slammed it closed and went back inside. Fetched her laptop computer and sports bag full of clothes and went back to the car.
 It was fall break. Another difference, she thought. Not autumn here. Fall. Fall, falling, fallen. She had fallen. Right on her ass this time. What an idiot. Her fingers were white where they gripped the steering wheel.
It was late in the afternoon when she reached the town before turning off to the cabin. The air was crisp and she pulled her jacket closer as she got out of the car. She had to buy food, she remembered. Her stomach clenched. She hadnât eaten since breakfast the day before. She stood beside the car and closed her eyes. Not hungry, she decided. Canât eat.
But she walked across the road into the general store anyway. The town wasnât more than a couple of buildings from a Stephen King novel. A bell tinkled as she pushed open the door. A young woman stood at the checkout, snapping gum in a sugar-pink mouth. She didnât look up as Michaela picked up a basket and walked up and down the aisles. It was warm in the shop and Michaela wiped a slick of perspiration from her forehead. She picked up bread and milk, added cheese, bacon, eggs, coffee, some fruit and called it job done. The girl at the counter served her without any attempt at conversation, returning to her gum and magazine before Michaela even let the door fall closed behind her.
She found the turnoff with difficulty. On the map, it followed the curve of the lake for two miles, but there were no enticing glimpses of calm lake water. Only trees. She pulled up in front of the cabin and got out. Thrusting her hands in her
pockets she stared at the cabin. It was picturesque. A quaint log cabin amid a clearing, edged by trees making offerings of red and gold leaves to the breeze.
Michaela looked up at the porch, gazing at the reflections in the French doors. She imagined for a moment Allison behind them, coming forward to open them for her, smiling, reaching to grasp her hands. She stood still, waiting.
Letting out a puff of held breath she turned and reached back into the car for her bag and the key. She could hear her boots on the steps as she climbed up to open the door. Overhead a bird shrieked and she looked up, startled. She pushed the key into the lock.
  She wished she hadnât come. It was a stupid thing to do.
The main room was large and warmly furnished. Rugs on the floor and Native American hangings on the wall, colorful throws draped over the couch. Pine shelves along one wall held neat rows of books along with a stereo and large selection of CDs. Everywhere was warmth and comfort. Vivid paintings on the wall and small, dainty carvings on the surfaces.
Michaela shuddered. She was a fool. This was why Allison had left her. She looked around the room again. All this was why. No competition. Outside the damn bird shrieked again.
She went back and sat in the car. Looked through the front windscreen at the cabin. Twilight was falling and shadows were gathering comfortably around the building. She shivered. There was a chill in the air. She hunched round in the seat to look behind her. A slight mist was rising between the trees. Somewhere down there was the lake.
She got out and walked down the track to the lake, footsteps muffled by pine needles. There was a small jetty pushing out above the lake while a stony beach edged its way around the water. The lake was a deep bowl of water, rimmed with trees and brooding inwardly. She shivered at the uncanny mist rising from the lakeâs surface and stepped out onto the jetty. A small rowboat tugged gently at its mooring. Michaela walked to the edge of the wooden boards and peered down into the water. It lapped against the pilings with slight, animal-like sounds. She looked around. It was a beautiful spot. She breathed in the piney, briny scent. It would be a magical place in the Summer.
She walked back to the cabin. Newspaper and pine cones were in a basket beside a large stone hearth. She laid a fire and looked around for something to light it with. Matches were on a nearby shelf. She took one and struck it, staring at it a moment before setting it to the dry paper. The flame caught and spread. She leaned back on her haunches and watched. She fed the fire from a pile of logs and warmed her hands.
There was enough wood for the night. Tomorrow she would have to find more. There was probably a stack of it somewhere. She walked across the room and tried switching a lamp on. Nothing happened. She tried it again, flicking the switch on and off and on. Nothing. She tried to think of all the books she had read about cabins in the wilderness of America. A generator? A glance at the window told her the sun had set while sheâd been busy. She shivered, despite the fire. She went through to the kitchen and looked around. She picked up a torch (flashlight). It worked. She shrugged back into her jacket.
Listening to the sound of the night she walked around behind the cabin. The bird from earlier was no longer calling but somewhere there was a softer, haunting sound, an owl hooting perhaps? She pulled open the door to a small lean-to and swung the light around. It was stacked with firewood and had that sweet pine smell again. There was no generator. Must be a mains board somewhere.
âI should have known,â Michaela said out loud. Allison would never go without the creature comforts. She picked up an armful of wood and went back inside to look.
The lights were on and Michaela stood in the kitchen. She wasnât hungry but fixed a sandwich anyway and wandered back through to the couch to eat it. She sat down and chewed slowly. She wondered what Allison was doing. An image of the two of them on the couch here came to mind. Soft hair and soft skin. Whispers and laughter. Leaning back she stared up at the ceiling. Allison was flying out to Paris tomorrow. With her husband. Michaela closed her eyes.