“So, this is it?”
“Yes, this is it.”
As she gives me the heart shaped stone, her fingers caress my palm. There is no mistaking the spark of electricity that surges and warms my calloused hand. I look into her blue-black eyes, startled by the rush of blood.
“Are you sure this will work Maia? This looks to be nothing more than a common stone.”
“Do you doubt me? Are you sure about this?”
I hang my head to hide tears. “Yes. I can’t go on without her.”
“Very well. When the village clock strikes twelve on the eve of the full harvest moon, bury the stone in her grave. She will rise within three days time, but I warn you, she will be different.”
Her warning echoes in my grief stricken heart as we go in different directions down the imperturbable street.
©2020 Linda Lee Lyberg
dVerse Poets Pub: Prosery Different Directions
Linda Lee Lyberg is a wife, mother, artist, published poet and author. She resides in Mesa, AZ with her husband Pete (aka The Big Viking) of 23 years, and her dog, Ricky Bobby. Linda writes various forms of poetry, as well as short stories. You can read more of her works at: charmedchaos.com
and on her Amazon Author Page