hand, or look at him; she just walked away.
SANITY…
Another day has passed.
I watched the sun rise from atop a heap of cars. I felt more like an extra in a B-class zombie flick than a watch guard. To me, it just isn’t real yet. Michael, in his nonchalant way, explained that these “walking dead” were nothing compared to what could come. But for some strange reason, I’m not fazed. After a few hours’ sleep, maybe it all will hit me. Right now, though, my heart and mind are fully consumed with Reggie.
Reggie.
I stopped to see her after my watch. Michael was outside the door, instead of inside the room. That didn’t surprise me. The dream threw her, and no amount of explanation from me was going to help. Truth be known, the details of her dream, the sour kiss from Michael, they threw me too. But I can’t tell her that.
She finally slept. But I could tell she wasn’t sleeping in peace. I whispered a good night, kissed her and left the room.
Seth was being a bed hog again. My slumber buddy, I call him. I could have moved him over; instead, I grabbed a book. But the words refused to make a dent. I thought of Reggie, our zombie-like intruders, and then, when my eyes started to droop, I heard the sounds of early training.
Buzz and his men are charged. There’s no doubt in my mind, they train with intensity. I’m a little apprehensive about joining them in the afternoon. I’m no fighter. But in the scheme of things, in the grand spectrum of what we are going to battle, are any of us?
And there aren’t that many. Forty, maybe. That’s nothing. I know our first battle is one to free would-be soldiers from their imprisonment so they can join us. But will it be enough? Can we gain the skills? Will we even know what to do? The first fight is only two days away. Two days. Faith would be a precious gift at this point.
CHAPTER NINE
Kyle didn’t have to be told anything. Reggie never showed for breakfast, and that said more than words. Something was wrong. The dynamic duo weren’t together. Michael sulked all through his meal. Kyle was a father who tended to his daughter’s business, and he made no exception this time. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he sought her out.
He found her in her room, gathering up her clothes.
“Doing laundry?” Kyle asked. “Some advice: if you wait until the clothes are actually dirty, there’s a lot less work.”
Reggie chuckled. “I wish it were that simple.”
Kyle neared the bed, extending the coffee to her. “What’s going on?”
Reggie took the cup. “Nothing. I’m just moving out of this room with Michael. It doesn’t feel right. I want to be with Marcus.”
“Did something happen?” Kyle asked.
“Nope. I just want to be with Marcus. I feel safer with him.”
Kyle snickered.
Reggie looked at him. “What?”
“I just think it’s funny that you feel safer with Marcus than with Michael the Archangel.”
“I do,” said Reggie. “Marcus makes me feel safer.”
A loud gasp flowed into the room, followed by Michael. “You jest, in a Reggie way.”
“Excuse me,” Reggie snapped. “I’m speaking to my father. While I pack to leave this room.”
“You do not like this room?” Michael asked. “Are we moving to another?”
“I am. Not you,” Reggie answered. “I’m not staying here with you anymore.”
“I do not understand.” Michael shook his head.
“Then allow me,” Kyle said. “Reggie wants to be with Marcus.”
“And,” Reggie added. “He asked that I be with him again. So I am.”
“But Reggie, we are to be as one. You are not to leave my side.”
“And in battle, I won’t.”
Kyle watched the two, his head going back and forth as if he were watching a tennis match.
“But I thought we moved beyond battle partners.” Michael reached out his hand. Reggie stepped back. “What has happened? You shun me.”
“And I will. No more. Okay? No touching me.”
“Can I ask why?” Michael asked
SANITY…
Another day has passed.
I watched the sun rise from atop a heap of cars. I felt more like an extra in a B-class zombie flick than a watch guard. To me, it just isn’t real yet. Michael, in his nonchalant way, explained that these “walking dead” were nothing compared to what could come. But for some strange reason, I’m not fazed. After a few hours’ sleep, maybe it all will hit me. Right now, though, my heart and mind are fully consumed with Reggie.
Reggie.
I stopped to see her after my watch. Michael was outside the door, instead of inside the room. That didn’t surprise me. The dream threw her, and no amount of explanation from me was going to help. Truth be known, the details of her dream, the sour kiss from Michael, they threw me too. But I can’t tell her that.
She finally slept. But I could tell she wasn’t sleeping in peace. I whispered a good night, kissed her and left the room.
Seth was being a bed hog again. My slumber buddy, I call him. I could have moved him over; instead, I grabbed a book. But the words refused to make a dent. I thought of Reggie, our zombie-like intruders, and then, when my eyes started to droop, I heard the sounds of early training.
Buzz and his men are charged. There’s no doubt in my mind, they train with intensity. I’m a little apprehensive about joining them in the afternoon. I’m no fighter. But in the scheme of things, in the grand spectrum of what we are going to battle, are any of us?
And there aren’t that many. Forty, maybe. That’s nothing. I know our first battle is one to free would-be soldiers from their imprisonment so they can join us. But will it be enough? Can we gain the skills? Will we even know what to do? The first fight is only two days away. Two days. Faith would be a precious gift at this point.
CHAPTER NINE
Kyle didn’t have to be told anything. Reggie never showed for breakfast, and that said more than words. Something was wrong. The dynamic duo weren’t together. Michael sulked all through his meal. Kyle was a father who tended to his daughter’s business, and he made no exception this time. With a cup of coffee in his hand, he sought her out.
He found her in her room, gathering up her clothes.
“Doing laundry?” Kyle asked. “Some advice: if you wait until the clothes are actually dirty, there’s a lot less work.”
Reggie chuckled. “I wish it were that simple.”
Kyle neared the bed, extending the coffee to her. “What’s going on?”
Reggie took the cup. “Nothing. I’m just moving out of this room with Michael. It doesn’t feel right. I want to be with Marcus.”
“Did something happen?” Kyle asked.
“Nope. I just want to be with Marcus. I feel safer with him.”
Kyle snickered.
Reggie looked at him. “What?”
“I just think it’s funny that you feel safer with Marcus than with Michael the Archangel.”
“I do,” said Reggie. “Marcus makes me feel safer.”
A loud gasp flowed into the room, followed by Michael. “You jest, in a Reggie way.”
“Excuse me,” Reggie snapped. “I’m speaking to my father. While I pack to leave this room.”
“You do not like this room?” Michael asked. “Are we moving to another?”
“I am. Not you,” Reggie answered. “I’m not staying here with you anymore.”
“I do not understand.” Michael shook his head.
“Then allow me,” Kyle said. “Reggie wants to be with Marcus.”
“And,” Reggie added. “He asked that I be with him again. So I am.”
“But Reggie, we are to be as one. You are not to leave my side.”
“And in battle, I won’t.”
Kyle watched the two, his head going back and forth as if he were watching a tennis match.
“But I thought we moved beyond battle partners.” Michael reached out his hand. Reggie stepped back. “What has happened? You shun me.”
“And I will. No more. Okay? No touching me.”
“Can I ask why?” Michael asked
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