Storm and Stone

  Waiting for the Storm I wake early today, before first sun, and walk onto the deck. The ocean calms me, and I forget myself as I watch the waves far below. Another clear day. Unusual weather for this time of year, the season of violent lightstorms. I find myself strangely disappointed with the clear weather. A storm would fit better with the way I feel inside. Shazira and I sleep in the same room, but most of the time, I still avoid her. I’m a ghost, caught between worlds, haunted by the dead and the living. My old life and Yagrin’s life both call to me. I don’t fit in either one, and I haven’t found a new life to take their place. Sometimes I let go of my thoughts, and I enjoy being with her. Shazira is kind and caring with me, trying to break me out of…

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