MOTHER'S LIGHTHOUSE
“Right?” Zel attempted to
lighten the mood. “Jordy’s barely owned this place for a couple months and he
knows more than the locals.” Grinning, he added conspiratorially,“Hair growing outrageously is not only a bit much, it sounds supernatural.” Zel, fluttering fingers in the air, whispered,
“Woo ooh, woo ooh.”
“Stop, it’s not in the least funny.” The
blond sipped beer. “Next thing you know he’ll have dragons circling the
ramparts.”
“Every time he tells the story, I actually
love the part about long, flowing hair." Zel's voice softened. "It reminds me of someone I once knew.”
“Not the bit where a child has been consigned
to a wheelchair or a stranger completely vanished. That’s not funny.” He stared
into his ale. “A mother locking a child up, it’s, well, they don’t know how
horrible that could be.”
Zel grew serious. “I worried about you when
you didn’t return after our last semester. I figured things worsened for you.”
“I’m glad I told you about the affliction. Finally got medication
under control but not before there were whispers and rumors all around town.” He
peered at Zel. “That tower is a damn
curse.”
“I think the lighthouse is beautiful.” Comment
met with stony silence. Zel hunched shoulders. “Wish your cousin didn’t have to leave
suddenly.”
“Poof, she vanished.”
Wishing his friend would smile, Zel added, “She
was a tremendous help.” Fishing out money to cover their meal and a generous
tip for their server, Zel commented, “Waitress does look as if she had the
fright of her life last night.”
“Jordy’s tale doesn’t help.” Running a hand
through flaxen curls, Zel heard the man whisper, “Don’t forget to set the alarm
tonight.”
(to be continued)
What really occurred at the point?
Why did the cousin leave?
Who or what does the alarm deter?
Stay tuned Friday for the last installment.
Growl and roar-it's okay to let the beast out. - J. Hali Steele
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