In the curves of the trees, in the places hidden from the sun’s harsh rays and within leaping distance to the refreshing coolness of the bubbling creek, live the Shadow Swallowers. They are so called because they seem to live off of nothing but shadows. But within their own race, they are simply called Beings.
“If we get arrested, it’s all your fault.” Evan glared at his dad. Issac just laughed and ruffled Evan’s dark hair, smiling. “It’s fine, kid. You’re not going to get arrested for it.”
We slid into opposite sides of the booth, drawing little notice. Men wearing black shirts and slacks and boots are not that much of an outlier and Shirley hadn’t changed. A quick glance at the menu later and I announced, “I know what I’m having!”
Pens are scratchy.
Making harsh sounds
as they dance across the page,
spreading ink –
like a puppy
leaving tracks on
Today I looked inside a book
And wondrous worlds I saw
The hands of men, with quill and pen
Enchantments there had drawn.
“That was the last time anyone saw her,” Zack said.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Gemma said. “The worst of the worst. That’s not true at all.”
He fought a laugh. “It’s true.” He bit the inside of his cheek and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. “She ran into the fog, screaming her damn head off. And that was it. Nothing. They say Death caught her.”
I comb my hair, then style Cassie’s, trying to get every one of her dark curls to stay in place. Ellie is gone, and I have the girls. This is gonna go perfectly.
I put a little bow in Zoey’s short hair, and get the girls in their matching pink dresses. I put socks on Zoey, and shoes on Cassie, then get myself dressed up in a button up shirt. We head to the door, and at the last second, I remember something crucial: the ring. I snatch it off the counter and bring the girls down to the car, then buckle them in.