Murder on a Ghost Ship

Taking the stairs two at a time, Kayla nearly tripped.  The world tilted, her vision blurred, and her stomach lurched.  She grabbed the handrail.  Icy coldness stung her fingers and she jerked free.  A miasma enveloped her senses.  The smell of lavender and kelp drifted like a heavy mist through the open glass doors from the moonlit deck outside.  Light fixtures shaped like seashells flickered, illuminating gold carpet and avocado green walls.  She clutched a folded note between gloved fingers…

I’m not wearing gloves!  Kayla thought and shuddered.  A loud “ding” announced the arrival of the elevator.  Expecting to see the Lady standing inside, Kayla tried to run but stood frozen in place.  The doors slid open and her mouth felt too dry to swallow.  Her vision blurred—and cheerful passengers walked lazily from the elevator to the sunny deck outside.  A balmy breeze filled the corridor and a shaft of golden sunshine gleamed across salmon-colored carpet and coral walls. 

Kayla’s knees buckled.  She gripped the solid wood handrail to steady wobbly legs and gulped deep breaths. What happened to me?  Glancing at her shaking bare hands, Kayla wished she’d read the note before it disappeared.  

Synopsis
Taking the stairs two at a time, Kayla nearly tripped. The world tilted, her vision blurred, and her stomach lurched. She grabbed the handrail. Icy coldness stung her fingers and she jerked free. A miasma enveloped her senses. The smell of lavender and kelp drifted like a heavy mist through the open glass doors from the moonlit deck outside. Light fixtures shaped like seashells flickered, illuminating gold carpet and avocado green walls. She clutched a folded note between gloved fingers…
Diane Rapp became an entrepreneur when she started her own dog grooming salon in Santa Barbara, California. She spent the next thirty years as a small business owner; she sold real estate, started an office supply/copy center, and performed free-lance advertising design.