"Use your magic Scala," Russell whispered in my ear.
"Where are you? I can't see you?"
"In your head," he chuckled. "I am in your head."
"What are you doing there?"
"Guiding you," he harrumphed. "Of course if you don't want me to I'll go. I'll leave you..."
"Don't. Stay with me," i groped in the darkness with my handicapped body. "I need you."
"Do you really?"
"Yes."
"After how you've treated me?"
"I didn't mean t-to," I stammered. "I just didn't think ... I'm sorry."
"Accepted. We'll take this one step at a time. Follow my lead."
"Thank you Russell," I wish I could embrace him then, kiss him even.
"Will I be able to get out of this curse?"
"I don't know."
"How long will it be before I find my way home?"
"An hour? A year? An eternity? Who knows?"
I respired like a little girl lost in the realm of the mystics. I didn't know if any of these were real anymore than I remember how I existed in this world. It could be a dream for all I know. Life could be a dream. Or was it death?
"I'll take you where you need to go Scala. It'll be fine as long as you remember the magic," I could feel his hand touching mine and leading me through the gap in the space in between.
The word is 'magic'," he whispered in my ear.
"Hey, who gave you the right to come close to me?" I screamed at the creep.
"Magic, love, magic."
Before I could do anything he whipped up my hand and kissed it and said, "Magic..." and left.
Marjorie came to me when she saw what happened. "Nance, who's that dickhead?"
"I don't know. He just came over and blurted out the word magic as though it was a password or something."
"You want to report him?"
"Naw, I don't want to get all fussed up over a small thing. But maybe I will if he comes back," I laughed.
Nancy and I strolled off to the park and we watched the mime open a door for us.
The End
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