Sam was restless, unsettled. The day’s events had affected him more than he’d realized at the time. Loneliness wrapped itself around him, feelings of loss and abandonment. It was late afternoon before Raven left with her company of Ex. She was a fortunate one, to have companions, to be not alone. All he had was the preacher, a man so filled with guilt he appeared to be collapsing under its weight.
And now the little heart had been frightened away by the activity in the quadrangle. Tonight she didn’t come up to stand beside him and hold his hand, to comfort him when he truly needed comforting. He stood against the wire mesh of the fence, fingers entwined in the wire. This barrier couldn’t hold him. Nothing could hold him if he didn’t want to be held. How easily he’d dealt with Sally, how quick she was to comply. Sam suspected that he was capable of much, much more. He didn’t want it, the power the virus offered. What he wanted were the simple things ordinary humans take for granted. Things he had taken for granted.
The sweet smell of nectar drifted on the night wind. The sound of a tongue dipping into blossom, lapping up its sweetness. Some distance away, a small tree in flower in the middle of winter, a bird perched on a branch, reaching down to feed in the middle of the night. Sam watched and listened. He could taste the nectar on his tongue, smell the fragrance. He was not alone. All around him, the world was changing.
from ‘The Godkeeper’ – the second book in the series ‘inbetween’ …… fiction set in one day tomorrow, with a touch of fantasy
photo by Ron Co
worked in photoshop