Genie and the Sandman
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“Hey, clumsy. What’cha doing?”
Feeling like a huge dolt, I let him hold me while I got my balance. “Just trying to fly.” My feeble attempt at humor. I failed miserably.
Hadrian came over to us. “That was quite a leap you took there. Are you trying to fly?”
“No,” I snapped at him, while Logan laughed. I gave Logan a push and attempted to stomp away from them.
Again…failed miserably.
I fell to the ground when my ankle gave out. “Damn it.”
Logan looked grim when he knelt beside me this time. “Sorry Payton, but there’s no way you can come with us now.”
Needless to say, a lot of arguing and, I’m ashamed to admit, some name-calling followed.
This brings me back to the start of my story.
Days ago, Logan and Hadrian, and five of his clan members, headed out with a small arsenal of weapons.
Without me.
They rode out on horseback, not on foot, so why I couldn’t go along too is a mystery.
I don’t know when they will return, so I am anxious, to say the least. The natives here have tried to be company for me. Although, I can now understand Hadrian’s excitement at having people around he could converse with in his own language. It’s isolating. And lonely. Hadrian was kind enough to supply me with this journal—one of several he has—and a couple of pens, hoping to occupy me while they were gone. Seems he’s a writer, just like me.
I can see from my cave the sun is just now beginning to rise. I’ve written all night. My thoughts and memories have kept me company.
Perhaps today will be the day when Logan returns to me.
I can only hope. And wait….
Julie is a long time resident of Hamilton, Ontario, where she lives with her husband of 25 years. She has two grown sons who recently left the nest. Working in a library for several years inspired her to pursue her long time love of writing. Please check out her website http://julieparker.yolasite.com/