I woke up suddenly sitting straight up, yelling “What the hell was that?!” Mari barely stirred but the house was shaking. She mumbled, “What??”
“The house is shaking!!” I was louder now. Mari sat up sleepily, “Oh that’s just Emma exercising. It’s her version of Pilates”. She fell back down then rolled over. I wasn’t convinced. The shaking stopped then started again. A picture fell off the wall, and a stick of deodorant fell onto the bathroom floor.
“Are you sure?! Maybe it’s one of her supernatural organisms?” Mari sat up again listening. The shaking stopped again. “Well I don’t hear any moaning…..so it’s not….. wait. Organisms?”
After Mari reassured me that the house was built to bomb shelter specifications, I dozed off again, but sleep was difficult. I kept dreaming of thunder and lightning. Something fell off the wall.
I did feel Mari’s fingers in my hair, and she whispered, “Sleep well my dear you will need your strength for tomorrow….. when we have our own gymnastics…..”
I was in a deep sleep, laying somewhere in green fields when it hit me, and my eyes popped open….. wait. “Gymnastics?”
In the starkness of the grey dawn, within the shadows of her heart, Emma hovered above the stone walls in the strength and immensity of her own wings. Palermo was such an ancient city, filled with mysteries.
She was searching for the one, the one who said he would love her, a promise made.
Yet something told her…..to wait.
And there…..he was running in the courtyard……chasing a rabbit? He quickly began changing unaware she was watching, and became more and more of jaw, and fangs and fur. A wildness took over his eyes. And then…..she looked away devastated. Sensing the pain.
She had seen it all and decided she would never know the strength of his thighs, the sweetness of his breath. He would never touch her. He had told her he was not violent, and he lied.
He was nothing but horror and blood. Part wolf she could understand, but a liar? A killer? Never.
She quickly summoned more of the grey clouds to hide her escape. Calling forth the wind and the rain, thinking they would cleanse her of what she had seen and her stupidity for trusting him. She drew herself in, with the comfort of her wings. She aimed for Milan.
He never knew she found out his secret, only that there was something strange in the wind that day, and in the rain…..