Questions

Questions

A Chapter by Adela Muresan
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Phill understands the fact that the spirit wants something from him.

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The dream ended, and Phill was pulled back in the real world, gazing at the white ceiling of his hotel room. This time, his clothes weren’t stuck to his skin, from sweat.

 

The spirit was playing some kind of game with him, and the thought of it only made him mad. In his every dream, she had complete control; and he was only a piece on a chess table – a piece that was always thrown out of the game brutally.

 

Phill, gets dressed quickly, and heads out to find himself some breakfast.

 

The morning-light was still gentle, when Phill was walking on one of the sideways towards a restaurant. The silence witch surrounded the urban jungle at this hour of the day would have made anyone feel at-peace, except Phill… He was being tormented by thoughts about the last dream and It’s possible meanings… Why was the woman showing him that?... He could not change the past… Was the little girl someone she was trying to save , and he was supposed to find her and take her away from her family ? …

 

When he enters the restaurant called ,,Loretta,, he, is surprised to se he is the only client – forgetting it was a little past eight in the morning.

 

After eating some chicken in a rush, he leaves the money on the table and heads out.

 

It was too early, to pay the supposed mystery-woman a visit. Maybe she was sleeping, or at work. He had to rent a car, in order to move freely around town.

 

                      ***

 

At about one, in the afternoon Phill finally arrives in front of the woman’s house. It was not luxurious, but yet nicely painted with a well taken care of garden. 

 

Phill was becoming more anxious, with every step taken towards the home of the mad woman who was tormenting his every night.   

 

     

 



© 2008 Adela Muresan


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Adela Muresan
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Heya, I'm a 18 year old chick for Romania, studying first year economics in college. I dance while I put my clothes back on the drawer. I like late night net-surfing , reading and reading and read.. more..

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