Sorry about the delay, but Hurricane Irma had other ideas for us Florida folks. Although there is a lot of rebuilding to be done, we’re back on our feet and on our way.
The third part of my novel is when all the characters finally come together to learn their destinies. The reader is taken along on the journey from the character’s home to the cabin deep in the woods, and how those gloves work.
Two of them are not so sure about what is expected of them, however, and it will take the familiar wisdom of another human to allow them to find their way. The reader will get to know Seattle much better, and understand his unique contribution as the truth teller.
In this excerpt, Seattle has joined a reluctant Ori to show him his past in order to connect him to the present.
“So Ori, I’m sure you have questions for me. Please, go ahead and ask and I’ll do my best to answer.” Seattle moved to the edge of the seat, resting his forearms on his thighs, hands clasped between his knees, eyes on Ori.
“How old are you anyway?” Ori asked, his forehead crinkled in focus, scanning Seattle’s face and dress like he was looking at him for the first time.
“I have been human for twenty three revolutions around the sun.” Seattle answered, his gaze unwavering.
Ori stared back, unblinking, for no less than a minute.
“Are all your answers going to be weird?” He finally asked, settling back into the chair in anticipation of a long affair.
“You asked a question, I answered. I’m sorry if the answer isn’t what you expected. You should get used to that.”
“See, what the fuck does that mean? Tell you what, Seattle,” Ori leaned forward out of the chair, saying his name with just the right amount of noticeable scorn, “you give me whatever story you’ve got written on your hand and we’ll go from there.”
Seattle looked down at his hands, then held them up in front of Ori, turning them palm to back.
“No story. Just truth. How’s that?”
“How do I know you’re telling me the truth? How do I know to trust anything you say?” Ori challenged, sitting taller in the chair, lizard flicking its tongue.
“Well, here’s the thing about truth Ori. You can choose to believe it or you can choose not to, but that doesn’t stop it from being the truth.”
Ori snickered “Point taken. Well argued son, sure you’re not an attorney?” Ori sneered at Seattle, it did nothing to soften his face.
Seattle shook his head, ignoring Ori’s taunts.
“I don’t have a title, not even son. I’m just who I am. Now, let me tell you who you are.”
Seattle moved from the chair to the floor, folding his legs to sit cross-legged on the carpet. From the pocket of his blazer, he produced an ordinary butane lighter with an image of a wolf wrapped around it in muted colors of brown, and blue, and gray. Seattle held the lighter above the carpet and flicked it once, striking the wheel against the stone to ignite a bright orange flame. He lowered the lighter toward the carpet and a moment later, a campfire of sorts was aglow in the room.
Ori, caught off guard by the sudden flames licking at his ankles, abruptly stood up and took a couple of steps back.
“What the hell?” He declared, continuing to back away.
“Don’t be alarmed.” Seattle assured him, “Everything is under control. This is the best way to show you, so that you see for yourself. Please, have a seat.”
Ori pulled the oversized chair out of the nook and away from the fire, which didn’t give off any heat, almost as if it were an illusion. When Ori looked closer, the flames appeared to rise out of the carpet, though it was not singed or otherwise effected by the fire. There was nothing for the blaze to anchor to, no wood or paper or other fuel, definitely not carpet, it just seemed to hang there, centimeters above the floor, levitating. Ori was sure that if he touched the flames, they’d burn, but he didn’t test the theory and took his seat again, thoroughly rattled by the sequence of events.
“Ok good.” Seattle acknowledged once Ori was back in the chair. “Relax.” He advised, eyeing Ori’s perch on the chair’s edge, a hand on each arm, elbows bent and up, ready for lift off. Seattle laughed.
“C’mon Ori, you’ve been in stranger places than this. Watch the fire, it has something to share.”