It was dark by the time Eric found the creek. The gentle rushing noise of the water had an unnatural feel of busyness in the dusk. When all the little forest creatures were asleep and waiting for the light to come again.
Well that wasn’t true. Eric settled at the base of a tree. The sun was gone and had taken the brilliance of its reflection from the water. And without true darkness the groove had a faded and gray look. Some animals lived their lives in the darkness. Bridgett had been so forceful.
Eric tried not to think. Tried hard not to think about this strange alien pain in his body that her words evoked. Breathe in, breathe out, slow. The air was crisper here, cooled by the water. Eric felt slightly chilled, but it was welcome after the working in the sun all day. He dug around at his feet for a stone to throw into the creek. It wasn’t fair that Jamie made him so angry. It didn’t make any damn sense either. If they were bonded why did they never talk?
Jamie hardly mattered, really though. Eric’s whole life felt like this dusky gloom. Permanently between where he should be and where he shouldn’t. The dusk had settled away already. Gone while Eric had been watching his thoughts. Breathe out.
His thoughts wondered over his problems. Eric could be logical. But they skidded past answers. The attempt to focus only glazing his eyes further.
Master Brown jumped out of bed half afraid for her life. Steadying herself, she recognized the knocking came from the window. Burglars and murderers seldom knocked. She flicked the light switch, her eyes never leaving the silhouette at the window pane. It was Eric.
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Just for you Angela ;-)
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