Thin Places. Lesley Choyce
a piece of amethyst
handed my mother some money,
smiled, and turned away.
The little bell rang as she left.
My mom and I always had one thing in common:
people considered us a bit strange.
Maybe she’s the reason
I am the way I am.
I could tell her things
I’d never tell my father.
But she always looked worried
when I spoke to her
about
the voices.
But I had to tell someone
other than just Jonesy.
So I told my mom about Rebecca.
Her eyes widened.
Do you like her?
she asked.
I do.
Do you know why she is visiting you?
I don’t.
Are you keeping an open mind about her?
I’m trying to.
Many great people have heard voices
and had visions.
Many crazy people too.
Do you think you are crazy?
I didn’t think so until she appeared.
I don’t think you are crazy. I think
something unique has come your way.
Well. What should I do?
Despite her words, my mom
suddenly looked terribly anxious.
Is she here now?
I closed my eyes and said her name silently.
Nothing.
No. I may have lost her.
I told her I needed privacy.
I’m not sure she understood.
Be patient.
What if she doesn’t return?
Then, that is as it was meant to be.
And what if she does come back?
Get to know her.
But Declan
have you said anything about this
to your father?
No.
He’s not going to like it.
Maybe you shouldn’t mention it.
Maybe.
It’s just
well, you know your father.
I nodded, but I’d have to
try to explain it to him
because he’d get furious if he found out
I told my mom and not him.
That had happened before.
Many times.
With bad results.
And Declan
about this girl.
Is she cute?
I nodded.
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