A cop pulls up as people from diner race out to
help. The commotion is thick and I lose sight of
Ian, his gray jacket blending into the chaos
The paramedics clean the slight cut on my throat
as the police write down the details of the
event. Ian has simply disappeared.
I spend the next several hours at the police
station as they track down my stolen car,
abandoned just outside of town. Finally night
begins to fall and I leave for home, exhausted,
thoughts of Ian still thick within my mind.
Weeks past by and life has begun to resume to
normal; well nearly normal.
Since my bazaar dream, frightening near
kidnapping and the powerful flashback encounter
from my youth, I had begin to look more deeply
inside of myself than I ever have before.
Like a heroin just beginning to learn to use her
powers, the realization of my incredible worth
seems to be increasing by the day. Degrading
moments I had once tolerated I now boldly turned
away, and standards I once let drag behind me
now lead every footstep of my way.
I am a woman transformed, a new saga just
beginning and it seems that nothing can pull me
back again to the shadowy places I had once
It's the middle of the afternoon and I am
feeling blissfully lazy. The winter chill
outside is brisk and I cuddled against the cold
in front of the glow of my television screen, a
cup of cocoa in hand escorting me to new
romantic levels of passion via the latest
All of my world seems to now sing as I dream of
my own future romance saga taking place. I close
my eyes, breathing in a deep breath of
satisfaction just as the doorbell sharply rings,
startling me from my fantasy.
I jump up adorned with fuzzy socks and sweats
and look cautiously through the peephole of my
front door. Covering my mouth to hide a short
gasp of surprise, I gaze upon the face of my
unexpected visitor. It is my twisted in gray
hero of the day, his sharp blue eyes fixed
downwards upon his tightly clasped hands.