It was magical how people changed and mystical how you felt the transformation, whether it was physical or temperamental, one could not just hold humans in a specific position and behavioral pattern. People changing wasn't a myth. That was how she felt when she saw Matt Phone to her ear she tapped the wooden surface the glass partition stood on, the beat making no sensible rhythm, gazing back at the person behind it. They hadn't said anything to each other since she entered. His beards were obvious, making him look older than he was, his eyes reddish and sunken, once hard intimidating countenance now soft and gentle. Even though she finally told him why she was there, the calm on his face didn't waver. "I told Emma about it and she didn't believe me" he tilted his head "I don't think you want to hear it" Jemi leaned close "if you think that, why did you ask to see me?" "Genius," He smiled. He didn't look like an asshole anymore,
He dashed out of the house, locking the door in two quick turns. The street was almost empty, people running to escape the drizzle, most on raincoats like he was, others on umbrellas. He took it all in, pure and clean, like his thoughts. Since he had agreed to willingly do the work that was laid out for him. The work of the one who sent him, wielding the world of its impurity, shedding the blood of the unclean, to save it all from god's wrath. The drizzle had turned into heavy droplets of rain. These days it never stopped and he knew why "I need a confirmation lord, I want to know if it's you" he had lay face down on the ground one quiet night weeping "make it easy for me and I'll do everything you want, just one sign, nonstop rain" He sat up, looking at the ceiling, hands in the air, clasped together, waiting in silence, after a couple of hours, he had a pit then a patter, soon it was falling so hard he'd thought the maker was angry he was bein
It was on a Wednesday morning when she heard the knock on the door, she rolled her eyes thinking it was the police doing their random check on the house every couple of hours, Today was lonely. With Jemi at work and she staying behind, she'd tried reading but like always she found herself without the concentration she needed. During the week Jemi hadn't stopped reminding her of the need for her to leave. And it wasn't so annoying as the first time she'd done it so she didn't bitch back. She'd seen the tiredness in her eyes each time she fell back from the station or made a call. She looked so stressed once Emma had to slip her sleeping drugs into her coffee and then dragged her limp body up to bed. It wasn't all bad, they were fun days too, cooking together or sharing a tub or a shower, Jemi whispering into her ears how much she made her crazy or just wrapping her hands beneath her shirt, making her shiver as she toyed with her skin. Making it harder
Jemi stared at the photo, eyes wide and face white, her hands were beginning to tremble. She fastened them around the phone so tighten she thought she was going to snap it in two, her heartbeat racing. HI JEMI This was what she had been avoiding, Emma's involvement. the psychopath was everywhere, the psycho knew all about her and she knew nothing about him, or what he wanted. He had all the advantages. She dashed out of the shack, ignoring the stares thrown at her and her manager's calls, she couldn't stop to explain. She was losing it. running to a pay phone, "fuck fuck" this wasn't happening. The little space of her mind the fear didn't cover, anger did. Damn that Emma, damn her to the deepest part of hell. Reaching the payphone, she dialed, hands shaking trying to remember the numbers. Seeing it was futile, she copied the number from her phone and dialed waiting. At the last ring, she picked up "Emma speaking" "Jesus Christ
The January wind blew fiercely, whirling the snow around pushing against every solid space helpless against the storm. The silence aided the howling, giving it the air of a hunted night.The road leading to the church was empty and snow deep. Wouldn't stop people trooping in at the first crow to worship God. But will they ever know?That a God will be within them, watching their faces with satisfaction. The only difference was that ..this was going to be a physical presence.The old houses each at the side of the snowed dirt road gave it all a grotesque image.A wailing voice was heard from the church, picking up the cue a man walked along the dirt road, the dark clothes he wore though in the night were traced out by the snow..in his left hand was a briefcase. He walked purposefully and increased his pace when he heard the jingling of the bell echoing with the wailing voice.He knew he had to be finished before the congregation began to troop in. They never came in ones, twos or
"...........and as the house occupants, we had every right knowing beforehand there was going to be someone joining us, not just hit out of the blue" Emma fumed Dragging the garbage bag out the door.'Mmmm" came the reply... Emma looked up. Her eyes fell on the boy beside the bed, folding the heaps of clothes scattered on the floor. "You could just say you're tired of hearing me talk""You know Emma, this house got three rooms and we both know the reason you riled is the thought of fixing all these" he dropped a pile into a bag he was holding. Avoiding her blue glare"Don't" she pointed a nail at him "do not tell me that again ""Mmmmmmm"She let out a loud wail "I wanted it to be just us" she dragged her hair back, retying it into a ponytail. "Come on Emmy" Wills complained exhilarated "could we just focus on this. It won't be fair to her if she sees this... "He chose his words "mess" it came out with a chuckle"How dare you " she longed at him snatching her gown from his hands "I
"Fairies are wonderful Jemi?""I told you, Sara, they are, just like you " she linked her Little hands between Sara's fingers. Tickling her little thumb.She laughed heartily "They are beautiful to rii?""Un-huh""I think you're a fairy Jemi" she turned holding her cheeks with her fragile hands."Hmmm, tell me why you say so princess" she held her hair back "You are pretty, and your hair is gorgeous," she gathered a bunch of her fro" Jemi chuckled "you smell of flowers and dirt sometimes""Wait till I gobble you yum yum yum" their laughter flowing through the wind, then it all got dark."JEMI JEMI, HELP ME JEMI, DO LET ME GO JEMI...JEMIIIIIII......""SARA!!" Jemi woke up in a glint, sweaty and flushed. She sighed recognising the room, Another nightmare, same agony, dropping her back on the bed she stared up at the blank white ceiling. sometimes she wished her life was that blank, nothing to think of, dream about, just flowing effortlessly through the joys and laughter, existing
"Giovanni Antonio De Brescia and his famous painting two women had always had a controversial flair," the lecturer narrated "despite the many pieces other artists drew of women, Giovanni's art stood out due to the intimate position he painted them" The hall was still, and her voice bounced up the ceiling down to the floor. Jemi shaded on the jotter she had on her desk just to keep her hands engaged "Many people believe that it was one of the numerous time homosexuality have been pointed out, she looked over the class " but historians say that their relationship could be an amicable one". "Just girls being pals" someone snickered behind her. The whole class erupted in laughter. Jemi smirked to herself, the shape of a girl taking form on the Paper, countenance sassy, ready to challenge, Jemi recognized that face. The frown deepened as she crumpled the paper with fisted hands. She wasn't just feeling right