Free Lost In Autumn by Frankie Delgado

                 
                        Lost in Autumn
                 Written
by Frankie Delgado

 
 
 
    Contents

 
    Copyright

 
    Chapter One
    Chapter Two
    Chapter Three
    Chapter Four
    Chapter Five
    Chapter Six
    Chapter Seven
    Chapter Eight

 
 
 
                        

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
                        
                                            Frankie
Delgado

 
    Copyright © 2016 Delgado
Publishing

 
    All rights reserved. Except
as permitted under the U.S Copyright Act of 1976, no part of this publication
may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means
without prior written permission of the author.

 
    This is a work of fiction.
Names, places, characters and incidents are either products of the author’s
imagination or used fictitiously and any resemblance to actual persons, living
or dead, or businesses, organizations or locales is completely coincidental.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter One

 
    “Mommy, Mommy!”
    The clear innocent pitch of the little girl’s voice pierced
through my hazy thoughts and brought me back to the park bench where I was
sitting. “I wanna ride the merry-go-round Mommy!” her upturned tiny nose
wrinkled and her sea blue eyes looked up pleadingly at her mother. “Sure baby,”
the woman replied “Daddy will push you.” She smiled over at her husband and
helped her daughter wrap herself around the metal bars as he began slowly
pushing the ride around. I smiled to myself, enjoying the enthusiasm the girl’s
face displayed over such a simple activity. My mind began to wander back into
dreamland and my eyes filled with tears as thoughts overcame me of how soon I
would be welcoming my own daughter into the world. I too would be playing at
the park with my own little girl - but there would be no husband. That was no
longer in the picture. If only things had turned out differently.
      If…
              If only.

 
    When I was twenty-one everything in my life was almost
perfect. I was in my second year at college after taking a gap break for two
years when I graduated high-school. I took the break so that I could backpack
in Thailand and “find myself”. I came back to the States with a clear mind and
a determination to get my degree in Anthropology. I loved studying different
cultures and people, and I wanted a degree that I could travel the world with.
I was in the best shape of my life – I was still slender from my travels and
walking everywhere in Thailand and now that I was back home, I had started to
lift weights almost every morning. The sleek sculpted tone that figure now
displayed, showed off my commitment to my new habit. I had started my own
online business from my travel blog and I had started to do freelance and
coaching for other bloggers. I wasn’t a millionaire, but I made enough to pay
for school and my living expenses.

 
    School and work kept me too busy to maintain a relationship,
and the few dates I had been on since I had moved back had left me unimpressed
and bored. I was content being alone. I didn’t need anyone distracting me from
my goals, and I had never met anyone I didn’t want to live without, until the
Saturday that I met Darren.

 
 
    Saturday, August 21,
2010. 11:02 pm

 
    As I walked across
campus towards the Suzzalo Library, I inhaled the scent of the approaching
autumn and I was glad that I had decided to wear my northwest green sleeveless
blouse. The sun was warming my still summer-brown shoulders and a trickle of
perspiration made its way from my cleavage to my belly button. I had about an
hour to study before I had to head out to meet some of my friends at the Mariners-Yankee
game. I used the back of my hand to wipe off the mustache of sweat that had
collected on my upper lip and