n Which Ross Huron Remembers
In dreams, there is no time
She’s making sandwiches. They’re on rye bread, with cheese and she’s squirting mustard out of a canister. But her hands are shaking, and the mustard is squirting everywhere except the bread. Silent tears run down her face.
“Mom?” She sobs loudly. “Mom, what’s wrong” he asks, his blonde hair matted and his blue eyes are wide.
His mother gives a soundless sob, and then whispers, very, very, softly “They’re coming for you Ross. They’re coming.”
That was when Ross knew – it was time to run. He’s been ready, waiting, for months on ends, knowing it would coe soon. Yes, he was ready.
He left that night.
He learned later – much later – that they had killed his mother when she wouldn’t tell them where he was. He cried over her death, and he whispered her name that night, over and over, as he would for many nights to come.
But most of all, he remembered her.
He never ate another sandwich again.
This is what Ari Felipo would have seen if she possessed the same abilities as Ross did.
We have only the Gods to thank that she did not.