A Writer's Journey

April 30, 2013

A Spring Morning

Filed under: journey,writing — mackenziew @ 12:00 pm

A bird chirped.

It was the first thing Kate heard as sleep lifted from her. She felt pokes as Stormy climbed over her, stalking the bird. An arm tightened around her, drawing her closer to a firm chest.

Kate’s eyes popped open. There was someone in bed with her? Why?

Answers came as everything began to clear. It was Matt in bed with her, protecting each other from whatever lurked in the darkness. Lying still, she listened. She heard were the birds and the soft thud as Stormy pawed the glass, trying to get to them. Matt’s snores, with a soft whistle, also greeted her ears.

Moving Matt’s arms, she slipped out of bed. She leaned against the door, hand on knob, and listened. Nothing.

She turned the knob and opened the door to stick her head out into the living room. Nothing. Though the couches were scratched up, foam stuffing spilling out. What had been there last night?

Something most terrifying.

Kate jumped to hear the voice. “Where were you last night?”

I cannot talk to you with the creature around. It might find me.

“Find you? So you exist in a physical form somewhere?”

“Are you talking to yourself?” Jumping up, Kate’s heart took up residence in her throat. Matt stood in the door way, arms crossed. “It’s a sign of insanity.”

Good morning to you, too.

Matt’s arms fell to his side as he looked around. “You’re back.”


“Our disembodied friend was telling me about the monster,” Kate said. “How is your wound?”

He crouched down to roll up his pajama pant leg and pulled off the bandages. The skin was healed. Not a single mark on his leg. Matt let out a low whistle. “You’re a great healer.”

That was my doing. You’re welcome.

Matt’s mouth hung open as Kate tilted her head to the ceiling. “Now what?”

Eat. You are going to need your strength for the next part of your journey.

“And…that’s it. True to form, giving nothing useful.” Matt sighed as he stretched.

Kate, though, thought about the voice’s words. “I disagree. I think it gave us some vital information.”

“You mean how it can heal and how there was definitely a monster here last night?”

“Yes but something more.”

Matt sat down next to her, intrigued. “Oh?”

“It has a physical body. I think we’re trying to find it.”

He rubbed his chin. “I think you’re right.”

“Of course, I’m right!” She hit his leg. “Come on, let’s go see what’s for breakfast.”

Groaning, Matt followed her. “Judging from last night, it’s probably just cereal.”

In the end, it was just cereal. Matt gloated throughout the meal and Kate let him enjoy his small victory. She didn’t admit it out loud, but it was cute.

As he hopped in the shower, Kate poked around the wardrobe. She had never been a fashionista, but she looked forward to seeing the next set of clothing she was to wear. Opening a drawer, she spotted a pair of blue jean capris. It was an odd choice for the type of weather they had had the day before. But as she went through the drawers, all she found was lightweight wear. It struck her as odd but she put the clothes on anyway. Folding the pink sweater over her arm, she exited the room.

Matt was waiting for her, sitting on the intact portion of the couch. Stormy had curled up on his lap and he was stroking the cat, who purred in delight. Kate smiled at the sight, not sure why it mattered that her cat like their companion. She noted he was wearing a white polo shirt and khakis, also lightweight clothing. It looked good on him.

“You ready to go?” he asked.

“Do you have eyes in the back of your head?”

He smiled. “I used to be a teacher. Comes with the territory.”

Kate sat down. “I didn’t know that. What happened?”

“Budget cuts. And I didn’t have the seniority so I was sacked.” Bitterness crept into his voice.

She leaned forward to take his hand. “I’m sorry. I hope you get to be teacher again.”

“Thanks.” He squeezed her hand. “What about you?”

Kate shrugged. “Worked on Wall Street until the recession caused my company to downsize. And I was one of the casualties. So I took it as a sign to finally write that book I’ve been dreaming of since high school.”

“How’s it going?”

“I’m blocked.”

He chuckled. “Well, maybe you’ll find inspiration here.”

“But first we have to go outside, right?”

Groaning, Matt agreed. “I don’t want to leave. This little cabin is a great refuge.” He glanced down at the torn up half of the sofa. “Well, for the most part.”

“Come on. We have a disembodied voice to rescue.” Kate stood, holding out a hand to Matthew. He took the hand and she pulled him up.

He had also propelled himself and so knocked into her. They tried to steady themselves, his arms wrapping around her to prevent a fall and hers wrapping around his neck.  Kate stared into his eyes, her breath catching. Something about them drew her in and she couldn’t look away. Inches separated them and it wouldn’t take much to kiss him.

Wait, kiss him? Where did that thought come from?

They straightened themselves up, tension hanging in the air. Without a word, they finished preparing for the next leg of their journey. Kate placed Stormy into her basket, noticing the cat now had a pink ribbon around her neck. She shrugged it off as Matt opened the door.

“You have to come see this,” he said over his shoulder.

Kate picked up the basket and went to the door. Last night, it had been a frozen wasteland. This morning, the sky was blue and the land around us was a beautiful shade of green. Almost like the blades were made of emeralds and jades. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

“I’ll say. I can’t wait to get started,” Matt said.

She laughed. “Remember that in a few hours.”

They closed the door behind them and set out for the horizon.


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