CHAPTER 2 - A Spunkie's Past
"Come on, Bricriu. You aren't afraid are you?" The other Spunkies taunted. "Come on, do it."
Cautiously, Bricriu moved toward the village glass blower. "George. George." the spunkie called. "Come here George."
The glass blower looked up wearily and saw the floating ball of light moving toward him. Calling his name. "Come here."
George stood up and moved cautiously toward the ball of light. He neither saw nor heard the spunkies and demons sitting in the shadows, encouraging Bricriu. Encouraging him to lead the glass blower to his death.. he followed the spunkie into the bog.into the quicksand.. Bricriu watched silently, feeling sick. How could he have done that? As he looked toward the cheering spirits, he felt terrible. He turned and left, ignoring the spirits calling him back. More years than he could count later, he'd met Z and become a Christian. Even now, there were times when he found it hard to live with himself. Wondered if he truly was forgiven. In an effort to put the past behind him, and make up for what he'd done, he'd helped Z whenever he needed it. He always felt that, in a way, by helping others he was paying George back. Lowering his debt to the long forgotten glass blower. And maybe, he hoped, someday, he'd be able to feel that he and George were even, that he no longer owed him anything. Someday..
"Come on, Bricriu. You aren't afraid are you?" The other Spunkies taunted. "Come on, do it."
Cautiously, Bricriu moved toward the village glass blower. "George. George." the spunkie called. "Come here George."
The glass blower looked up wearily and saw the floating ball of light moving toward him. Calling his name. "Come here."
George stood up and moved cautiously toward the ball of light. He neither saw nor heard the spunkies and demons sitting in the shadows, encouraging Bricriu. Encouraging him to lead the glass blower to his death.. he followed the spunkie into the bog.into the quicksand.. Bricriu watched silently, feeling sick. How could he have done that? As he looked toward the cheering spirits, he felt terrible. He turned and left, ignoring the spirits calling him back. More years than he could count later, he'd met Z and become a Christian. Even now, there were times when he found it hard to live with himself. Wondered if he truly was forgiven. In an effort to put the past behind him, and make up for what he'd done, he'd helped Z whenever he needed it. He always felt that, in a way, by helping others he was paying George back. Lowering his debt to the long forgotten glass blower. And maybe, he hoped, someday, he'd be able to feel that he and George were even, that he no longer owed him anything. Someday..