“Don’t worry bug she will be here.” Tom says to his daughter with a reassurance, even though he has doubts.
Looking at her dad disappointed, “You only call me bug when you are trying to be extra nice, besides you say she will be here every time.”
With a loss of words Tom puts his hand on her shoulder. “Good luck honey, play hard, play fare.”
With a half-smile she looks at her dad, “Thanks dad.” Megan runs across the field to the other side to join her team.
Tom watches Megan as she runs over to the huddle and then sits down in one of the two chairs he has set up. He sighs and looks over towards the parking lot, then checks his phone. He makes a call, “ring, ring, ring Hi you’ve reached the voice mail of Michelle. I’m not able…” He hangs up without leaving a message. Megan’s soccer team takes their places on the field and the ref blows the whistle for the game to begin. The girls start to hustle around the field. Tom looks over his shoulder one more time, he then focuses on the game, “Go Megan, go!! That a girl, good hustle!”
The game continues, and Megan makes the first goal. Tom looks at his phone for the time and its 1:35. Shaking his head and mumbling to himself, “I told you to be here by 1.” There is a time out called, Megan’s team moves to the side of the field for the short break.
Megan can see across the field and her dad is sitting there with an empty chair next to him. Sadly, she looks away and focuses on her coach’s speech, “Ok ladies you are doing great! We are up by one goal. Now let’s keep it that way and we can make it to the championship game next month!” all the girls clap and giggle with excitement. “Now everyone put your hands in and let’s do this!” All the girls put their hands in a circle and yell the team moto, “PUSH FORWARD!!”.
Michelle flies into the parking lot and begins cruising around looking for a place to park. She is on the Bluetooth in her car. Her assistant is going over her schedule and reminding her of who she needs to call.
“And don’t forget you have a meeting with Mr. Crestar next Wednesday at 10am, you cannot miss this one. He is already on the path because you canceled todays.”
“Yes, Jennie I know. I had to, this game is important to Megan and I can’t miss it. I’m already late. I’ve got to go.”
“Tell Megan I said good luck.” Thanks, I will.” Michelle sees a parking spot and swings into it, she throws her car into park and rushes to get out, she begins to speed walk across the parking lot, almost tripping in her heals, she stops, “Shit!!!” she turns and rushes back to her car to grab her phone.
As Michelle approaches the field the other parents are all sitting on the sidelines. The game is paused, and she can see Megan huddled with her team mates on the other side. She quickly scans the row of parents and spots Tom. As she makes her way across the grass over to him, her heals are sinking into the ground giving her the appearance of a chicken speed walking. Lightly breathing, she slides into the folding chair next to Tom.
“Wooo that was a hike, what’s the Score?”
In a flat tone Tom replies, “You’re late.”
Keeping her eyes on the girls across the field, “I’m, here aren’t I?” she sees Megan in the huddle across the field.
Taking a breath, “I guess that’s a start. The score is 1 to 0”
Michelle puts her hand on his and grips it tightly, “Thanks!”
Megan turns to run onto the field and looks over in the direction of her dad. SHE IS THERE! Her mom waves to her, Megan heart skips a beat, thinking to herself “She made, she actually came!!” Megan is beaming with joy and is now more determined win. Once the girls are in position the ref blows the whistle, each team hustles to get the ball. It is kicked from girl to girl and then Megan gets it. They both watch as Megan kicks the ball down the field. As she gets closer to the goal, all the parents get excited and start to cheer, jumping out of their seat as she gets closer and closer to the goal “GO, go go!!!!” Tom and Michelle yell. Megan scores! She turns to both her parents and waves, they wave back. Everyone is smiling and happy.
The following week Tom and Michelle are sitting in a waiting room. They both look a little stressed, their body language is distant. The receptionist tells them, “Dr. Clark will see you now.” They both get up and walk into the next room. They take a seat next to one another on a small couch. Across from them sits Dr. Clark. She has a note pad on her lap. She greats them both.
Looking back and forth between the two of them, “So how have things been going?”
Looking at Dr. Clark Tom comments, “She actually made it to Megan’s soccer game. But that was it.”
Dr. Clark looks at Tom, “What do you mean that was it?”
Michelle pipes up defensively, “Here we go again.”
Looking at Dr Clark, Tom replies, “She is still on her phone constantly and she still puts work first! She missed Toni’s award ceremony at school yesterday.”
Looking at Dr. Clark, “I miss one ceremony and it’s hell to pay!” throwing her hands in the air, “Toni is in pre-k it was an award for his ABC’s for Christ sake!”
Dr. Clark raises her palm up and softly says, “Let’s stay calm, everybody stops, sit back and breath.”
Sitting back Tom inhales, Michelle folds her arms and looks off to the side. Dr. Clark looks at her and after a few seconds she unfolds her arms and looks over at Dr. Clark. Everyone is calm.
“Now, Michelle. When did you know about Toni’s award ceremony?”
“Monday, but,” Dr. Clark stops her.
“and the award ceremony was when?” Tom pipes in, “yesterday” Dr. Clark glances at Tom as if to say I did not ask you. Looking back over at Michelle, “So you were given the allotted amount of time agreed upon to schedule, correct?”
“Yes, but,” Dr. Clark stopped her again.
“Do you understand why Tom would be upset?”
Michelle, inhales “Yes, but,”
Dr. Clark interrupts her, “We don’t use buts in here.”
Composing herself, “Yes, I understand why Tom would be upset. He is upset because we made plans with Toni and I did not follow through. The reason I was not able to make it on time,”
Tom interrupts Michelle, “you mean at all”, Dr. Clark looks at Tom and he buttons his lip, she then looks at Michelle to continue,
“I was not there because my meeting with an important client ran late. I had already rescheduled on him before the previous week and I could not disappoint him again.”
Tom pipes up and the two of them start going back and forth, “What about disappointing your daughter, is she not more important?”
“It was a small ceremony, there will more that will be more important!” getting increasingly agitated Tom replies, “So you are saying our daughter is not important?”, throwing her hands up Michelle states, “NO I’m not saying that, you are putting words in my mouth!”
Dr. Clark raises both her palms “Alright! Please! The both of you stop for a second.” the two of them stop and look at Dr. Clark. “I think we need to work on communication and feelings today. Now let’s start with…”
After the session Michelle and Tom go have lunch together. You can feel the tension in the air. Realizing that being silent is not helping Michelle says to Tom, “I am sorry honey, I really am trying. It is going to take me time to cut down on my work and we have only been working on us for a couple of months now. Once I get through moving my needy clients over to Mark, it won’t be so hectic”
Tom looks at Michelle and sees the sincerity in her eyes, he accepts her apology and smiles, “I know, I am just afraid you will fall back into your old routine and,” pausing he is looking for the words.
Michelle looks him strait in the eyes, “I won’t, I love you and the kids more than anything, more than my job, I will not fall back into that again.” They both smile at one another and then proceed to look at the menu. Kind of grinning Michelle says, “Now I can’t guarantee I won’t be late sometimes.” Kind of laughing under his breath Tom replies with a smile, “Not like you were ever on time before your work anyway. I guess you could always tell Jennie to send smoke signals.” Michelle smiles and laughs, “I will.” They grip each other’s hands; the waiter approaches the table.
A few months have passed Tom and Michelle are at an art gallery. They are talking a looking at the art. Tom’s longtime friend Dan approaches them, “YOU made it!” He greets them by giving them a hug and kiss on each cheek. Michelle comments, “You said it would be worth it and you are right! He is an amazing artist, his work it so life like, it just mesmerizes you!”
“I know! He has such a wide variety of talent, from sculptures, to oils, to watercolors, to metal and wood. Ooo It’s all so beautiful! He moves around a lot so getting him to acutely do a gallery showing is like, virtually impossible and” pausing and fanning his eyes like his is going to cry, “I got it!!!”
Tom looking over his should at someone who bumped into him, “So that’s why it’s so crowded.”
Saying excitedly Dan replies, “Yes and the fact that he announced his retirement, this will be his last show and” Dan pauses and repeats, “I got it!” Michelle laughs and smiles at Dan; Tom smiles and takes a sip of his drink.
Dan Excuses himself and walks off to greet other patrons. Tom turns to Michelle and puts his arms around her waist. Tom looks her in the eyes, “Thanks for coming tonight”
Michelle looks a little confused, “I’m the one who should be thanking you. I know you don’t really like this artsy stuff.”
Smiling, “Well you know Dan. He insisted you would love it and we both know Dan can be persistent.”
Smiling back, “That is for sure!”, They peck each other on the lips.
“oooo look at you two love birds.” Dan is back. “Tom come with me I want to show you a piece that I think you will love!” He grabs Tom’s elbow. “Michelle we’ll be right back.” Dan puts Tom’s drink in her hand and hustles Tom away. Taking Tom’s drink, “Oh, ok, I’ll be over here…”
As Michelle is standing there, she is looking at a statue of a young woman. It is made of what appears to be a marble material. The features of the girl are so detailed, right down to the hair on her arms and pores on her skin. A man approaches her from her left. “What do you think?” she is a little startled by the voice.
She looks at him and then at the statue, “The detail is amazing, all the way down to the tear rolling down her cheek.”
Trying to make conversation she asks him, “What do you think?”
The man replies, “She was sad at the time.” Just then Dan pops back over with Tom in tow.
“Ohh there you are,” Looking at Michelle, “so I see you have already met Mr. Olum.”
Looking at Dan, “Kind of,” Michelle looks at Mr. Olum, “Olum,” pointing around the room, “the artist!”.
Smiling, “Yes that’s me.”
Michelle reaches out to shake his hand, “It is a pleasure to meet you, I love your work.”
Looking at her hand and declining to shake, smiles a weird smile, “Thank you!”
Dan jumps in, “Mr. Olum these are the Sparks. They are the ones I talked to you about.”
Michelle pipes in and getting a little defensive, “Dan what do you mean talked about?”
Tom looks at Michelle, “For our 10th anniversary coming up, Dan has kindly talked Mr. Olum into doing a family portrait for us.”
Michelle starts to smile and looks at Dan, “Are you serious?”
Soaking up the credit, “oh Yes honey, I did!”
Realizing that they all left Mr. Olum out of the conservation, Michelle turns to him and says, “Thank you!”
Mr. Olum smiles, “No thank you! When Dan told me of the,” he pauses, “struggles you and Mr. Sparks where having I knew right away that you would have the emotions, I need to create a final masterpiece.”
With a look of mild irritation Michelle looks at Dan, “oh and Dan told you what?”
Dan getting nervous quickly steps up to Tom’s ear, “fill her in” he then swiftly ushers’ Mr. Olum over to another part of the room and introduces him to some other people.
Getting a little angry, “What did blabber mouth Dan tell everyone? What did you tell Dan?”
Grabbing Michelle and pulling her close, “Honey, take a breath, think calm thoughts, gather yourself.”
Smiling and shaking her head, “Don’t pull a Clark on me. What just happened?”
“Are you calm?”
“Yes, yes I am calm”
“Ok, you know that Dan and I have been friends for a long time and threw everything I did talk to him on occasion.”
“Yes”
“Well he kind of knows us and everything that has been going on and,”
“What does that, have to do with this?”
“Well Mr. Olum overheard him talking to me over the phone about it.”
“How many people know our business? And I thought we were doing good, I thought we are ok”
Pulling her tight, “We are ok, let me start over. Back when we started having trouble, I would talk to Dan and he helped me through some things,”
Michelle irrupted, “Oh so this is not recent?”
Dan replies, “No not even. Anyway, Mr. Olum heard Dan talking about it,” Tom stops Michelle from irrupting, “and Mr. Olum asked Dan about possibly doing a portrait. At the time Dan knew we were still working on things and didn’t think it would be good idea. So, when Mr. Olum came back into town and Dan secured the show, Mr. Olum announced he was retiring. Dan then asked if he would still be interested in the portrait and he said yes! I know you love art and I thought this would be like a celebration of us getting it together again. Every time we look at the portrait, we will remember how much we love one another and how far we have come.”
“Awww honey that is so,” Michelle starts to cry a little. “I can’t cry now.” Tom hands her the napkin from his drink and she blots the tears. She looks at him, “I love you so much!”
Dan replies and plants a kiss on her lips, “I love you too!
“MEGAN get your butt down her and eat breakfast!!” As Michelle is yelling up the stairs, Toni comes running down and speeds by her, she looks at her “Good morning sunshine!” She walks in behind her and goes over to the toaster, finishes fixing some toast and takes the plate over to the table. Yelling in the direction of the stairs “MEGAN ELAINE NOW!”. From the upstairs comes Megan’s voice yells back, “geeze mom, coming!” thump, thump, thump Megan comes down the stairs and sits down. Tom is already seated and fixing Toni’s plate. Michelle passes the toast to Megan.
Tom announces, “Today is the day!” Michelle looks at him and smiles.
Megan kind of slumps, “What is the big deal, it’s just a family picture.”
Michelle replies, “This is not just a picture, it is a picture made by an actual artist.” Looking at Tom, “it is going to be the best picture we will ever take!” Michelle knew that it wasn’t just because of the artiest taking the picture, she knew that it represented them, being a family again.
Later that day Michelle is sitting in her car, she is on her Bluetooth in her car, “Dan are you sure these directions are right?” there is sound of honking horns in the background and she is stuck in traffic on the freeway. “That’s what Mr. Olum gave me. He moved all his final pieces to a studio just outside of the city. Just follow the directions and you should be able to find it.”
“Thanks! If you hear from Tom let me know and be sure to tell him I am stuck in traffic and I did leave early, and I am not at work that I am stuck in traffic!”
Laughing at her Dan tells her, “Don’t worry sweetie I’ll plead your case till his ears bleed! Reception is spotty there, just keep trying to call him!”
“I will, bye”, Dan makes a kissing sound and hangs up.
“OMG this traffic, it is going to kill me!” Michelle lays on her horn HOOOOOONNNNKKKK
Tom and the girls have been at the studio for a while now. They were all supposed to meet at 2 and it’s past 3. Mr. Olum presents a pitcher of punch, “Are your children thirsty?”. They look at their dad and he gives them the ok. Mr. Olum pours three glasses, the children take two and drink, they also munch on some cookies Mr. Olum has sitting out.
“I am sorry Mr. Olum.” Sounding apologetic, “She should have been here by now.”
“That’s alright.” Handing him a glass of punch. “We can step into the studio and I can start with lighting.” Mr. Olum walks over to a door and opens it. He steps in and turns on the lights. It is a big room with cinder block walls. There are some pieces from the show sitting along the wall. He has a canvas set up with paints and brushes. He motions them over in front of one of the walls and moves around to behind the canvas.
Finishing their punch that Mr. Olum gave them they put their cups on a nearby table. “Do we just stand here or is there specific way?” Peaking around the canvas Mr. Olum smiles, “Why don’t you play ring around the rosy?”. Tom looks at him like uhhh, Mr. Olum quickly says, “I like to get inspiration from the movement.” Tom, “Oh” Holding out his hands to the girls, they take his and start to skip around in a circle and begin to sing together, “Ring around the rosy, pocket full of posies, ashes, ashes we all fall down.” They collapse to the floor giggling and laughing. Tom feels euphoric and lightheaded. Mr. Olum tells them to do it again, but not to drop to the floor this time and to continue spinning. They do as he asks, they begin to skip and spin. They spin and laugh and have fun. Mr. Olum is in the background, “Faster, spin…. faster” the more he commands them the more they feel compelled to do as he says, but they are happy, they are laughing, and they don’t want to stop.
A car pulls up outside of a building. A young man in his twenties steps out of the vehicle and walks up to another older gentleman dressed as a security guard standing by front door of the building. “Hi Brett, I’m Colin.” Colin holds out his hand to shake Brett’s, “I’ll give you the rundown of the place.”
Brett shakes Colin’s hand, “Thanks Colin.” Colin opens the doors, “Follow me.” they both walk in. Brett stops and points to a counter with a desk sitting just to the right of the front door. “It’s pretty simple. This is where you will be most the night.” Pointing to two doors at the back, “There’s the bathroom and a storage room.” Pointing to a door immediately on the left, “This is the entrance to the exhibit,” Pointing to another door on the left, “that is the exit from the exhibit.” Brett is paying attention and shaking his head.
Colin continues, “Reception is spotty here, so the phone is a land line and there is no Wi-Fi. If you can’t get a signal use the land line, but for emergencies only! There is an automatic sprinkler system in case of a fire, the panel is in the storage room. Colin moves around behind the desk and Brett follows. Pointing to a map on the wall, “There are extinguishers located throughout the building on this map. Look it over when you are bored, it will also help you get familiar with the exits and exhibits and where they are.” Pointing to some monitors behind the counter at the desk, “Here are the monitors for the surveillance system in the gallery. They go to night vision once we turn off the lights.” Brett is soaking it all in as Colin continues, “If there is a fire, the fire department will be notified, but you should also call 911, to be safe. There is an alarms system which you will be given a temporary code. I will show you how to set it when I leave. Always keep all the doors locked and do not go outside the building unless it is an emergency. In the past we’ve had issues with people trying to get into the museum after hours.”
Making sure Brett is following he ask him, “Got it so far?” Brett replies yes and recaps everything he said. Looking impressed, “Good! Alright where were we, Yes, when you start your shift always lock the entrance door from this side.” Colin walks over and locks the door. “you have to have the key to unlock from in there. Got it?”
“yes sir!”
OK, so now we go through the exit.” Colin pauses, “We walk around the exhibit to the entrance. Sweeping the area to make sure there are no visitors. Once we reach the entrance from the other side we turn off the show lights and then walk back around, again sweeping the area, then come out the exit. The way we came in, got it?”
“Yup, Got it! Basically, going in the exit and coming out the same way, sounds pretty easy.”
Colin replies, “It is.”
Brett and Colin walk toward the exit, Brett ask, “So if it’s so easy, why does no one want to take this job? I mean it pays more than the others and you get mileage, so what’s so hard?”
Before opening the door, Colin looks at him. “Do you know who Azrael Olum is?”
“I don’t think so.”
Colin pauses before walking into the gallery, “He was an artist who was convicted of killing a bunch of people. He basically used his victims in his art. Even though each piece is different they all have victim’s DNA in it. He never told anyone how he did it or where the remains went.”
“Oh yeah, a few years back I think I saw a rerun of a special on him. It was a very weird case and kind of disturbing. Some of the victims’ families were saying he was into black magic or satanic stuff. They never found any of the remains. One of the victim’s family was convinced that their souls are trapped in the pieces.” Brett feels uneasy now.
Right before Colin opens the exit door Colin looks at Brett, “This used to be his studio and it is now a gallery of most of the art pieces.” Brett’s heart drops, “Seriously?”
Colin shakes his head “Yup! Keep in mind this place can get pretty creepy. Especially in the dark.” Giving Brett a serious look, “I’ve been here a while and I still see things and hear things.”
Brett looks at him, “What do you mean?”
Colin, “The mind plays tricks on you when you are up all night, so do your rounds, in and out and you’ll be fine.”
Colin opens the exit door; they walk into a small room. To the right is an old lady sitting on a bench in front of a painting on the wall.
Brett leans over to Colin and whisper’s, “Who is that?”
Colin replies in a low voice, “That is Mrs. Sparks, she was the owner of the museum before the Trust.” Walking over to her, “Hi Mrs. Sparks, how are you doing tonight?”
Smiling while staring at the picture, “oh you know the usual.”
Colin introduces Brett, “This is Brett he’s going to take over on nights for me while I’m gone.” Mrs. Sparks looks over her should at Brett and smiles. “We are going to make the rounds and we’ll be right back.”
As Mrs. Sparks continues to stare at the painting, “Thank you, Colin.”
He walks over to a doorway on the other side of the room and motions for Brett to follow him.
“When I leave, I always escort Mrs. Sparks out. She is usually here two to three times a week. She just sits in the one exhibit, so you don’t have to worry about her.”
As they walk along inspecting things, the exhibits are still lite up. Brett is looking at them and in aww at how beautiful some of them are, but then the thought hits him, these were victims of a seral killer. “Colin, why would she want to own a museum like this?”
“That picture she stares at is the last time her family was alive.”
“Ohhhh, that sucks.”
“That it does.” They continue walking and checking, “Mrs. Sparks set up the trust to ensure that all these pieces would be protected long after she was gone. Even though they all represent the death of a person. She wanted to ensure that they remained intact.” Out of nowhere the sound of a whimpering dog was behind them. Brett whips around and looks. There is nothing there but the wooden statue of a dog. Asking uneasily, “Did you hear that?” Colin continues to walk to toward the indoor, “You’ll hear a lot of things in here.”
As they move along Colin is pointing out the cameras. Stopping by a long hallway with portraits mounted on either side of the walls. He points. “As you can see that is a dead end.” At the end of the hallway is a shadow box with various paint bottles and brushes. Brett ask, “Are those…”
Colin replies, “Yes they are. I personally don’t like walking down that hall, it makes me feel uncomfortable. So here it is ok to just shine your light to check on things.”
They move around the corner and walk towards the indoor, he turns, and Brett has stopped to look at another sculpture. Colin signals him to come over, “This is the indoor. Pretty simple U shape. Always check the handle to make sure it’s still locked,” he tries to turn the handle and it is locked. Pointing, “here is the light panel. This small key opens it.” Colin unlocks the small panel. As he flips the switches and continues explaining, “We turn off the main lights and make our way back, double checking to make sure there is no one left inside. There are emergency lights that stay on all the time, but those are only in certain areas.”
As the lights go off an eerie darkness envelope them, the air turns heavy like a blanket pulled over their heads. Colin turns on his flashlight and shines it at Brett. “Always have your flashlight on. Even though there are emergency lights sometimes you can’t see well in this darkness. If you were to trip and damage one of the exhibits, it would not be good.” Colin looks scared while fumbling for his flashlight, “oh yeah of course.”
As they move back the way they came. Colin is keeping his light ahead of them. Brett comments, “Why is it so dark? I mean I know there is no light, but it seems like…dark dark?” Laughing Colin teases, him, “You’re not afraid of the dark, are you?” Brett replies quickly, “No!” Colin laughs again, “There are no windows in this part of the building so aside from the low emergency lights there is no light pollution. You will get used to it.” Brett thinking to himself, “yeah right no light pollution, I’ve been in some pretty dark spaces and this is blacker than anything I have seen.”
Colin is shining his flashlight here and there as he continues to instruct Brett on where to double check. Brett keeps hearing sounds and seeing shadows all around them but does not say anything. Even though the area is quite small, in the dark moving back around the way they came in seemed like it took forever. Occasionally, Brett sees the dim light from a small emergency lights on the floor, but again the darkness almost overpowers them, it is very eerie.
Finally, they come to the area where Mrs. Sparks is sitting. The lights above the painting are still on and Mrs. Sparks is sitting there staring. Colin walks over to her and puts his hand on her shoulder, Mrs. Sparks the museum is closed now. “Oh yes, thank you Colin.” Colin helps her up to escort her out the entrance door. Brett walks over and holds the heavy door open for them and they go into the lobby. “Oh, dear I left my cane again.” Colin looks at Brett, “I’ll help Mrs. Sparks out, will you go grab it?”
“Yes of course,” Brett walks back over to the entrance door and goes back into the room, he doesn’t see a cane leaning against the bench and walks over to double check the floor. As he is looking for the cane, he hears something come from the main exhibit room. He turns on his flashlight and walks in. Shining the light here and there he begins to see shadows and hear things again. But this time they are a bit louder and clearer. Out of the corners of his eyes it looks like the pieces are moving. He hears a woman sobbing, children laughing and crying, the dog whimpering again, a man mumbling something. Knowing that they checked everywhere, and he is positive there is no one in here he turns and rushes to walk out. As he reaches for the door handle, he pauses because he hears singing behind him, singing…like it is off in the distance, “ring around the rosy, pockets full of poesy’s ashes, ashes we all fall down” then laughter. He slowly turns and looks at the painting on the wall and he swears it was moving. Being totally freaked out now he rushes out, slams the door and immediately locks it behind him. His heart is racing, he doesn’t know what to think.
Colin is sitting at the desk in the lobby looking at him. “Are you ok?” Brett is a little startled by his voice and jumps. Colin leaning back in the chair, “Did you hear them?” Taken back by what just happen and Colin’s question, Brett swallows and shakes his head yes. “Good, do you think you can handle it?” Stuttering, “I, I, don’t…” Colin interjects, “Since it is hard to find anyone to…,” Colin pauses searching for the words, “well handle this job we have been looking for a while now. We are looking for someone who can take the weekend shifts for now then eventually take my place.”
Brett takes a deep breath in and thinking to himself that this job does pays really well and now he knows why. He walks over to where Colin is sitting. Colin seeing the apprehension in Brett continues, he leans forward, “I’ve been here for over 40 years and nothing in there has ever tried to hurt me. They are all just lost souls.” Brett looks at Colin pausing a few moments, “Yes, I can handle it.” Colin smiles, “Good, now about Mrs. Sparks.”
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I really enjoy the characterization you have right at the beginning!
Thanks! It’s my first short story. The story is from a dream I had a long time ago. I added some stuff to fill in blank spots.