"You must believe, Je'anna Marie." The Zafting Fulgurate ran a gentle finger down along the tracks of Je'anna's tears.
"I'm trying," she sniffed. "But it gets harder each time you leave."
The helicopter blades whipped overhead sending her hair into a frenzied dance around them both.
"I know it does, but I'm careful and I'm tough. I will return to you, just as I have before."
"But what if you don't, Mama? What if you don't come home?"
"If I don't come back Je' then the powers will move on to you and your Granny Loo will train you further in their use. But have faith in my love. Know that I will do everything in my power to come back to you."
faith in love...ReplyDelete
a sweet thing, and dangerous thing.
Sweet little excerpt.
Thanks K! It sure can be, both sweet and dangerous...ReplyDelete
The Zaftig lives... hopefully... hmmmm... wonderful pull-you-in scene.ReplyDelete
:) Thanks Savanna! The Zafting is trying to find a way out, that's for sure...ReplyDelete
Touching moment, beautifully written.ReplyDelete