Story Part 1 here
He moved a bit from his place behind the tree, enough to let the moon robe him in a silver light. his bald head shone a special glow, and that made her smile. He looked charming even without his smile. The smile actually, she remembered from her reading of the chairs, made him look dangerous. But her instincts told her, he himself was not aware of that effect. He wore a black long coat held in place with a silver chain looped around a single huge button in the shape of crescent moon.The trousers , of the shade blue of the sky, shimmered under the moon light. He wore no shoes. And that seemed odd to her, since she herself was standing bare foot.
He followed her gaze towards his feet and whispered, “I am not sure why I did not want to wear my shoes when I started from home.” She dropped in the nearest chair and looking at a distance far away, said ,”The energy of this place feeds your thoughts. Its easiest to absorb it through skin of the feet since it stays hidden from external touch most times” Saying so, she dug her feet deeper into the soft soil. He could see she liked that. She nodded her head once as if replying to an invisible person and then looked expectingly to him
“What I do not yet understand is, how could I hear your call ? I was not even dreaming.”
“Neither was I. I was thinking about you.”
“Do you know me?”, she asked abruptly.
“I read about you in the morning. About your act.”
“My act. So you are not sure if i can really read from the object , about the person who last touched it ?” , she asked passivley,clearly she was used to this skepticism.
“I am not sure. not unless I verify it.”
“What else did you see, when you called me?”
“I did not call you, I said.” , he replied with a hint of irritation in his voice.
“You did. I do not create my dreams unless some one calls me from their dreams”, she said looking a bit nervous. “you have to remember what you want me to read for you, before its morning. I can not stay after sunrise.Mind games are bit different on other side of night”
“I thought of you as a queen standing below a palace of purple bricks and a pink flag on the corner post”
“I hate pink!” she turned her face in disgust , as if she had not heard any other part of the statement.
“And you did not think that, you dreamed that !” , she said with a finality in her voice, even if it was barely abouve whisper.
(to be continued)
also linked to 3WW , Inspiration Monday