Harieen had
mixed up the amulets and potions. She liked them better like that organized by
size and color. Kalina couldn’t understand why that way was better but she
really didn’t care. At least not now. Kalina’s smile led the way out to the
encampment. She searched for her regular clothes, switched outfits, and sat on
a small bench under a bright orange and lavender sheet. Leaning against a wagon,
she let her mind replay the afternoon.
“He was
shy, he was tender. He was funny... specially the story about living in an old
house with roommates. He understood love..., the way he spoke about his
mother...,” reliving the brief encounter. Tyrol wasn’t too inquisitive, taking
Kalina’s stories on face value. She felt terrible having to leave him. Tyrol
didn’t insist too much she stay and she was glad for that.
As gently
as night floated down from the sky, so Kalina’s skin turned rough and
colorless. In time, in the darkness, blisters of rottenness would pop open
decorating her vanished beauty with a spattering of slimy green puss.
(To Be Continued.)
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