Hey, just like I said: I have something for you! You may have thought I wasn’t going to come through, but when I say I’m doing some, I try to get it to you.
Let me tell you what’s happening here. First, I just finished writing this vision and it’s almost 1900 words long. You know how long it’s been since I’ve written 1900 words in a day? A long time. And I feel the stress in my shoulders. I hope that goes away some day.
But what is this excerpt? It’s a vision Annie and Kerry will share at some point in the future. That means it’s coming in one of the future novels. Which one? I’m not telling. It should be one of the following three, but you know me: I could be lying. Because I’m like that.
So what are you going to see? Something I’ve worked out and had in my head for some time. This is really the first time I’ve ever put it down in words and to say it’s a bit of a spoiler is a bit of a spoiler itself. But you know what? It’s a nice scene.
And why not see what may lay in store for these kids.
I hope you enjoy this. I know I have.
You find yourself standing before the stove, a large pot of teleshko vareno simmering on the left burner while a large portion of lukanka and bread sit on a tray to the right of the stove top. You immediately come to your senses and remember: lunch is nearly ready.
You look out the open window to your right. The weather has been wonderful for early June: lots of sunny days and temps rarely over 28 C. There was a spot of rain two nights before, but they days have been incredible. As you’ve done for nearly the whole week, all the windows are open and a pleasant breeze flows through the house.
You’re also dressed for the weather: sandals, spandex shorts, a sports bra and a tank top are all you wear when the weather is like this. You brush your hair from your face with your right hand and wonder about going on a bike ride this afternoon—
You turn and find yourself facing a small girl who is probably no more than six. She’s dressed much the same as you, though she wears blue cloth shorts instead of black spandex and instead of a tank top she’s wearing a light tee shirt. For just a second you wonder who she is before the hazel eyes and curly, shoulder-length ginger hair give away her parentage.
You squat a little to bring your face closer to hers. “What is it, honey?”
The girl pouts in a way only six year olds can pout. “My broom won’t fly.”
You take a breath before continuing. “Are you sure?” The girl nods, looking gravely forlorn. “Have you talked to your papa? He’s the expert on brooms around here, you know.”
The young girl sighs and casts her gaze downwards as she speaks in a wounded tone. “He’s busy.” She looks up at you. “He’s in his office with music playing.”
You gently touch the girl’s shoulder. “Your papa is never too busy for you, honey. Tell you what—” You wrap your arm around the girl’s shoulders as you stand. “I’ll bet if you go in and tell your papa you’re having a problem, he’ll stop what he’s doing and help you.”
The girl and you step out of the kitchen and into the living room for a moment before turning right down the short hallway leading to the extension put on the house four years ago: the one containing your office, Kerry’s office, and the workshop. You walk past the half-open door where you can hear someone singing Rave On and stop. You lightly press against the girl’s shoulder. “Go on in and ask. Don’t worry.” You lean down so she can see your face. “Trust me: I’ve known your papa longer than you.”
As the girl pushes past the door you use your Far Sight to see inside. It’s true: Kerry is at his desk typing away on his laptop, probably working on a report. And yes, music is playing, which is something he does all the time. However, you know when he really doesn’t want to be bothered he closes the office door completely, much the same way as your father. He’s also wearing sandals and shorts, but like the young girl he has on a tee shirt instead of a tank top. Unlike when you were together in school he’s allowed his hair to grow out and it’s about half the length of the hair of the girl you are certain is your daughter.
The girl stops next to Kerry’s chair and touches his left arm. “Papa?”
He turns his head before swiveling his chair half-way towards her. He presses something to pause the music before turning all the way to his left to face the girl. “What is it, Dee Dee?”
She gives him the same pout she gave you. “There’s something wrong with my broom, Papa.”
He leans towards her, folding his hands in front of him. “What’s wrong with it?”
The girl tries to look even sadder. “It just won’t fly.”
“Well, Dee Dee…” He looks down for a moment before a smile appears and he looks towards the girl. “Why don’t I take a look at it? I’m sure it’s something simple.” He stand and nods towards the door. “Show me.” The girl takes two steps before Kerry tells her to hold up: he puts out his left hand and the case where he keeps his old Espinoza opens. The broom quickly floats across the room and into his hand.
Dee Dee looks at him. “Why do you need your broom?”
“Because I can maybe use it to figure out what’s wrong with yours.” He waves the door open. “Let’s go.”
You blend into the shadows as they leave the office, turn right the moment they enter the living room, and head out the front door into the drive separating the house from the yard. You stand just inside the still-open doorway and look out just in time to see Dee Dee and Kerry standing over a small broom lying on the ground. Kerry puts his broom into hover and looks at his daughter with a bit of sternness in his eyes, though you don’t hear it in his voice. “Dee Dee, what did I tell you about this?”
The girl looks at the broom then up to Kerry. “Never leave your broom on the ground: put it in hover or lean it against something, the big part down.”
“And what’s the big part called?”
“The processor, Papa.”
Kerry nods. “We’ll clean this up after. For now, show me what’s wrong.”
Dee Dee picks up the small broom and sets it hovering. “It won’t go for me. When I try to fly it just—” She points at the ground. “It goes down.”
Kerry spends a moment appearing as if he’s deep in thought. “Okay. Why don’t you get on your broom and show me?”
Dee Dee does just that and as she’d stated, the broom moves about three meters ahead before slowly settling to the ground. The girl puts the broom back in hover and turns to Kerry. “See?”
“I do.” Kerry slowly approaches, kneeling down when he’s in front of her so they are eye-to-eye. “Remember what I said about the control column on your broom?”
Dee Dee looks slightly confused. “Umm… I’m not sure.”
“Well, you only use it to show the broom where you want to go. But going faster and slower, that all comes from—” Kerry touches his chest. “Here.” Then he touches his head. “And here. It’s all about your willpower, sweetie. You use that to really make your broom go.
“See, what you’re doing is you’re pushing on the column and you keep pushing.” He shakes his head. “The broom knows you’re doing it wrong, so instead of maybe letting you get hurt it just settles to the ground. Do you understand?”
Your daughter looks from Kerry to her broom and back. “I think so, Papa.”
“Then let’s do something.” Kerry moves next to his hovering broom. “I’m gonna follow you on your seven and watch you fly. You just give the broom a tiny push with your hands to show it where you want it to go—”
“And then use my feelings to make it move.” She touches her chest. “What I have here.”
“You got it, sweetie.” Kerry mounts his broom. “Let’s do this, Dee Dee.”
“Let’s, Papa.” She mounts her broom and places her hands on the control column—
You watch as they both head across the front yard slowly, Kerry keeping about three meters behind his daughter as he gives her encouragement. He tells her to turn onto the course he set up in your large, tree-filled yard and both Dee Dee and he make their way through the nearly invisible practice gates set at intervals around the yard.
They do two laps around and while you want to watch them do more, you know there are other pressing matters. When they are half-way through their third lap you step out into the drive, say “Oi” loud enough for them to look in your direction, then circle your finger twice over your head before pointing at the ground.
A minute later they pull up in the drive. Dee Dee almost leaps off her hovering broom. “Mama, Mama. Did you see.” She pulls up right in front of you, out of breath from excitement. “I was flying.”
“Yes, you were, honey. That was so good.” You give her a long hug. “I knew you wouldn’t have any problems.”
“I knew that, too.” Kerry walks up, his broom in his hands. “That was fantastic.”
Before Dee Dee can say anything you decide to change the direction of conversation. “Now, Dee Dee: I want you to go inside and tell the others to stop what they’re doing, put things away, clean up, and come down for lunch. We’re going to eat in about twenty minutes.” You give her a smile with a twinkle in your eye. “Okay?”
Kerry takes a step closer. “Sweetie?”
Dee Dee turns to him. “Yes, Papa?”
“Put your broom in my office. We’ll clean it up after lunch.”
“Okay, Papa.” She hesitates for a moment before running out to her broom and grabbing it. She stops as she’s heading back into the house and gives Kerry a big hug. “Thank you, Papa.”
“Any time, Sweetie.” He pats her on the head. “Put your broom up and tell the others to get ready.”
“Sure, Papa.” The little ginger hair girl vanishes into the house.
You look at your husband for a few seconds before smiling. “She’s Daddy’s Little Girl, you know that?”
He sighs. “I don’t love her any more than I do the others.”
“That’s not what I said.” You glance back at the house. “She so desires your approve on everything.”
“Yeah, but she’s still afraid to talk to me at times.”
You turn back and move closer to Kerry. “I think she’s worried you’re gonna be disappointed in her.”
“I’d never do that.”
“She doesn’t get that yet.”
He thinks on the matter for a few seconds. “Okay, I’ll talk to her after lunch. After all, two people in this household with mommy and daddy issues are enough: we don’t need any more.”
“Agreed.” You chuckle as you take his hand. “At least we know how those mess you up.” You step back after giving his hand a squeeze. “You want to set the table? Lunch will really be ready in about ten minutes, but I figure to give the kids some time to deal with everything.”
He shrugs. “Sure, no problem.”
You take two steps towards the house when you realize Kerry isn’t following. Watching him closely, you realize he’s having one of his “moments” where some strong emotion has overtaken him. You approach slowly. “Kerry?”
He turns after you speak: his eyes are moist and there’s a couple of tear streaks on his cheeks. He gives you a soft smile. “We did something good here, didn’t we?”
“Yes, we did, my love.” You wrap your arms around him and pull him close. “And we still are.”
So, are any more of these coming? Probably. I mean, it was a lot of fun writing this and doing stuff like this helps me write, then why not?
Let me know what you think. I would love some feedback.