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Happy Sunday. Time to move on to another story while I concentrate on the Bigalow story.
As mentioned before, it’s challenging and I want to get it right.
Let me introduce you to Piper, who is part of another Alinta Bay story.
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Piper Elliott stared at her bank advisor, not comprehending his words. “What do you mean the account is empty?”

Mr Lee had been patiently explaining and replying to all her questions for the last half an hour, but it didn’t make sense to her. Again, she asked, “What do you mean the account is empty?”

Piper wasn’t sure whether his sigh was out of frustration or pity, but at the moment, she couldn’t care less, because the news that there was no money in her account and the house she’d lived in for the last five years with her husband had now been sold.

Mr Lee sat back into his chair, rested is elbows on the armrest and crossed his hands in front of his chest. “I’m sorry Piper, to say it bluntly, your estranged husband cleared the account, mortgaged the house, and placed it on the market.”

“But … how can he … I don’t understand, doesn’t he need my signature to do all this?”

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“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”

“My guide?” she repeated. “As in … you know … as in, well, you know a ghost?” She stared at her sandwich and her drink, just the same as twenty years ago when she’d spent the day with her parents out near Bigalow Creek. Her hands moved over the soft picnic rug, but for the life of her she couldn’t remember whether it was the same colour or pattern.

Hauled back from her memories by his touch, she met his gaze.

“Your hands are shaking.”

She didn’t have to check, she knew because her whole body was going through sensations that scared her. Her heart throbbed in her chest and her pulse hammered in her ears she nearly missed his words.

“I’m not a ghost, although I can see where you get confused.”

“A guide?” she asked again. “Why … why would I need a guide?”

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With his mischievous smile, he replied, “I’m glad you’re now asking the right question.”

Patiently waiting, she bit into the sandwich and a wave of more memories flooded her. Laughter echoed through her mind.

She studied him for the tenth time over the last twelve hours. A smile still lingered on his lips. The mischievous smile that had screamed at her Trust me all morning, and for some inexplicable reason she had.

“Will you tell me what you are if not a ghost? A figment of my imagination?”

He chuckled and reached for a sandwich as well, studied it. “Do you like the black stuff?”

“The vegemite?”

He nodded.

“Are you avoiding the question?”

Shaking his head, he let out a soft sigh and met her gaze. “No, although I’m not real, I’m not a part of your imagination.” He scratched the back of his neck. “Well, yes and no.”

She raised a brow.

Again, his soft chuckle sent warmth through her body, not because of any attraction, but a sense of comfort.

“I’d describe myself more as your guide.”

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Bigalow handed her a towel, and again, Hannah was surprised that he’d thought to bring one along. But he remained quiet.

She sat on the picnic rug and appreciated the silence as memories flooded her. Memories of the many Sundays her parents had taken her to Bigalow Creek where they’d spent most of the day, often playing in the water or going for bushwalks, later on they’d brought their new dog along as well. They’d always had so much fun and a wave of warmth washed through her as she remembered those days.

Staring at him, she repeated, “Bigalow Creek. Just like your name.”

He gave her a wink.

Absentmindedly, she looked around at their picnic and a sudden surge of familiarity hit her. She reached for one of the sandwiches. It was plain with just some butter and vegemite on it, just like her mother used to do. The drinking bottle contained apple juice.

She stared at him again. “So,” she hesitated then commented, “You’re not a ghost.”

“Nope.”

Inhaling a long breath, she took in the scenery around her. “What are you then?”

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She stared at him, the soaked clothes now cooling her to the point she shivered. “Never mind. You just killed the mood by reminding me—”

“How much fun it was.”

Nodding, she moved away towards the edge of the creek, desperate to find something to help her get dry. At least a little.

“Tell me, Hannah,” he said, following her, his voice still holding happiness. “Where did you learn to build dams like this?”

Shaking her head, she kept walking towards the car, tired of his questions. “Dad used to take us to this creek during summer for a barbeque and he showed me all sorts of things. Including how to build a dam. Or build little boats out of tree bark.”

“Which creek was that?”

She shot around and huffed an exaggerated sigh. “Who cares?”

With eyebrows raised, he replied, “I do.”

The dam they’d built only minutes earlier was still solid and holding back some of the water. A smiled tugged at her lips at all the memories of her family’s weekends away to this creek. Which creek had it been? And why did he need to know?

She met his gaze, a smile still lingering on his face, as she said just above a whisper, “Bigalow Creek. Dad took us to a place called Bigalow Creek.”

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Hannah shrieked at the shock as the icy water soaked through her clothes and hit her skin. Instantly, she shot up and held her dripping sleeves away from her body, about to tell him why this hadn’t been a good idea in the first place, but instead she burst into laughter. She laughed, as she reached for his arm to help him up as well, barely able to get the words, “I’m sorry,” across her lips.

He gave her one of his mischievous smiles. “You’re very welcome.”

“Pardon?” she asked as they headed towards the picnic rug.

“You’re very welcome,” he repeated.

Her laugh subsided as she stared at him, brows raised. “I don’t follow.”

“You’re very welcome for making you laugh.”

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She let out a soft laugh at his foiled attempts. But he didn’t care. Singing along, he kept trying, laughing every time the rocks fell apart. With some impatience, but also the memory returning of her childhood, building dams like these with her father while her mother prepared the picnic, she rid herself of her shoes and socks again to help him. She shrieked at her first step, slowly getting used to the cold water. Within seconds she stood next to him.
She placed a hand on his arm. “Let me show you how to do this.”
“You know how to build a dam?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face.
She wasn’t able to interpret his reaction. “You seem surprised.”
He shook his head. “Not at all.”
Yet, his grin didn’t disappear. She sorted the rocks, moving the smaller ones to the side and stacking the bigger ones in a line. “Here.” She handed him some of the smaller ones. “Place them on top of the others just like that.” She demonstrated how to do it, and he followed her instructions. She started to enjoy herself and after only a few minutes they’d done some progress. She leaned forward to pick up another little rock pebble, but slipped and lost her balance. In an attempt not to fall, she reached for Bigelow’s arm, but despite her struggle and his best effort to help, they both fell into the cold water.

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He stood and packed up. “I am not. You have a job and a house. It seems that’s enough to make you happy and make you laugh as well. “
“One can’t survive on laughter alone.”
Once he had everything inside the basket, he carried it to the car, moved to the driver’s side, and held the door open for Hannah. “You have the computer thingy. I’m sure it’ll direct you home.”
 She put on her socks and shoes before sliding behind the steering wheel. “What about you?”
He gave her a wink. “Don’t you worry about me. I’ll be fine.”
“I can’t just leave you out here in the middle of nowhere.”
 “Of course you can.” And without any warning he shut the door.
 Taken aback by his changed demeanour and what had happened the previous five minutes, she watched as he returned to the creek and back into the water. She shook her head at the fact that he hadn’t even bothered to take off his shoes. It was going to be so uncomfortable for him to walk back.
Walk back? What was he thinking? They were at least twenty kilometres away from Fermosa Bay. She blew out a breath, opened the door, and sauntered towards him, watching him as he tried to build a dam with the small creek rocks.

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She stopped at the edge of the water. “No way am I going in there.”
His laughter echoed slightly through the forest. “Of course, you will.”
She shook her head. “No. It’s freezing cold.”
 With a nod, he agreed. “That it is indeed. But you’ll get used to it.”
She shot him a glare. “It’s not whether I will or not, but that I don’t want to.”
“You did have fun as a kid.”
 She shrugged. “It’s different when you’re a child.”
“What is different?”
 “Everything.”
 He tilted his head with an expression of sincere curiosity. “Define everything.”
 She let out a soft huff. “You’re a big pain in the butt.”
 He let out a bark of laughter. “Why do you think that?”
“Why do I think what?”
“Why would you think I’m a pain in the butt?”
“Because of all your questions and pushing me to go to places I don’t want to go.”
He let go of her hand, an expression of sadness spreading across his face, then turned and walked towards the picnic blanket and slid into his socks and then his shoes.
“What are you doing?”
 “I’m taking you home.” His voice nothing more than a whisper. “I tried, but bottom line is, you’re stuck in your miserable life and holding onto it as if your life dependent on it.”
“I do not have a miserable life. Quite the opposite. I’ve just taken over a medical centre, I have a beautiful house just across the beach.”
He held up his finger in a circling motion “Whoopedoo.”
“Don’t be condescending.” she demanded.

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