Preface.

Despite my preparation for the inevitable, the fear stood. Gripping my lungs in a vice, my already delicate heart wavering on every other beat. I savoured the warm trickle of my blood as it slid to my cupid's bow, the eyes of the creature that stood before me, watching the blood's path- a blessed distraction. There is the sharp sting as sparks travel to my palms, enveloping me in a final inferno as I raise my hands to my target.

Oh!

I can hear his voice in the dense background, screaming my name. I smile, selfishly pleased that his voice will be the last to adorn my ears. If only he could hear me- I love you, goodbye.


One.

Florence.

The wind was frigid against my exposed cheeks as I hurried between passengers and staff near the exit, my arm already aching from pulling my suitcase through the airport. Kenai Municipal was a small airport, compact, and certainly clearer to navigate then JFK's hustle and bustle. Even though my boot coated feet were safely on the ground, the anxiety squirmed in a pool deep in my belly. I hope she's seen me.

The worry that plagued me was not from the flight now.

From the moment I was aboard the plane in New York I thumbled with the possibilities in my head, the visions too blurry and grained, a solid outcome not negotiable. Why, why now? I'd never struggled with visions before, if anything I'd tried to bury the skill since it began. Why did it have to stop working now? The sixteen hour flight from Queens to Kenai had been smooth all things considered. Despite my obvious anxieties of what awaited me, I felt an odd veil of serenity as I sat in my seat, watching the mass of white and grey clouds float as morning grew on. I had never visited Alaska before, the furthest away from New York being summer trips to Jersey until I was sixteen with Mom.

I anticipated the forecast. The air was icy, most definitely in the minuses, my hand gripping the suitcase stiff and my cheeks numb from the cold and likely stained red. A sigh of relief left my mouth, reminding myself most of my winter wardrobe was safely with me.

The taxi rank was full of drivers, I'm sure the tourist season had come to an end, the current September travellers dwindling, as were their wallets- one was about to become a lucky guy.

"A ride, Ma'am?" A man from the first taxi leaned out of the window, flicking out his cigarette butt to the wet pavement.

"Yes, thank you." My smile was slight as I met the driver half-way at the trunk, handing him my large suitcase and rucksack.

He slams the trunk shut, "Where to?"

I mentally count the twenties and few fifties in my wallet. "Homer?" I ask, crossing my fingers that clutched my messenger bag. The driver's eyes practically gleamed with dollar signs.

"Of course!" He hurried to the drivers side, opening the back passenger door.

"Thank you." I give a warm smile as I settle in the cab, the heater instantly thawing my frozen hands and face.

I'll see you soon, Alice.


Hello, there!

It's been a good three maybe four years since I've written or posted anything new on here. Since reading midnight sun all my creative juices have flooded back and I was inspired to write again. I don't know where this is going to lead, but I do hope you enjoy.

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Much love,

Kyla.