Discovering Shadows
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Often at times I’ve wondered what kind of life I could get by with if I just disappeared. Escaped into a place far away from here and tried to live out my days the mortal way. The thought never lasts long though, they would find me and then I would be punished like all deserters are—stripped of my powers by the Elders and hexed. I shudder at the thought. A dress appears in the corner of my living room. The suddenness of it should have made me jump, but I’m numb to the ways of my mother, nothing surprises me anymore.
The dress is gorgeous; no doubt she designed it herself. It’s champagne in color, strapless and comes just below the knee. The color will no doubt highlight my dark green eyes and contrast perfectly with my golden blonde hair. My mother may be a pain but she has impeccable fashion sense. Running my fingers down the body of it I can tell it’s made of a satin material, maybe even silk. I am the opposite of my mother, I stick to jeans and T-shirts; cotton and polyester are things I know.
My phone chimes, my mother. It will look even more stunning on you at the Solstice under the glow of the lovers moon. I roll my eyes, hating that she’s right. Grabbing the dress I carefully take it back to my bedroom and place it in the closet. Out of sight, out of mind. Standing there in the closet my eyes rest on a flannel sleeve peeking out between some of my winter shirts. Bringing the sleeve to my nose I am instantly reminded it’s Logan’s. It still contains his scent. That sexy musky smell, that only hours ago, I was basking in. Pulling it from the hanger I wrap myself up in it and throw myself down onto my bed. The soft material comforts me and upsets me at the same time. I miss his smile, the way his arms wrapped securely around me acting as a barrier to all the bad thoughts that tempted to invade my sleep. Tears began to stream down my face, again. This time sleep followed.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Tawnya Jenkins
I am happily married with three beautiful children. My family is everything to me; they keep me grounded and give me a reason to wake up each day. I started out writing a few years ago, I haven’t taken any college classes on creative writing so everything you read comes straight from my imagination. Trust me when I say, there is not enough time in my life to bring life to all the stories in my head. I am a book addict; I read anything and everything I can get my hands on. My husband tells me that I need to seek help, I on the other hand am adamant that there is nothing wrong me. It is a losing battle. I hope that you enjoy my writing and please feel free to leave me feedback; I thrive on it both positive and negative.