Chapter 2
(Flashback Kadja)
My babies
need to eat; it is all I can think about waiting in line. The people among me
snicker at my presence, but their petty taunting will not discourage me.
Sadea’s illness has even kept her from dreaming. My brother Raame wonders if
she’ll live. No doctor will see us; they are afraid of being haunted by spirits
or cursed. The people that bring aid relief, they don’t believe in such things.
They’ve even converted some of the neighbors to their religion.
The help
Sadea needs is inside. I avert my eyes from the others and inch ever closer, my
little ones coughing fits still resonating in my head, along with Lyra’s
frightened gaze. A woman takes me, when my turn arrives.
“My child is
sick”. I tell her.
“Some many
sick ones this month” she replies. “Wait here”. She leaves me alone and I watch
others in the tent being seen. These people who had all once cursed the arrival
of strangers, now lined up with their hands open but not their minds. Thinking
they could simply slip in and take what they needed inconspicuously. They would
be shamed in the village square at the end of the week.
“He’ll go
with you” the woman says approaching me. There is a man beside her, he smiles
gently, and helps me up. He is half a foot taller than me, thin, but sturdy in
his build, with dark brown eyes, and softly curled hair. He begins moving
towards the exit and I follow.
“Come this
way,” I tell him.
“What are the child’s symptoms?” he questions.
“She can
barely eat, she vomits most of it when she does, she has terrible coughing fits,
and she’s been running a fever on and off for the last week.”
We walk in
silence until we reach my home the man seems to be deep in thought. My mother
greets us at the entrance, little Lyra is peaking from behind her skirt.
“Did you
bring someone,” she asks.
“Yes, this
is…”
“Dr.
Haamed,” he interjects.
Sadea is
lying in bed in the adjacent room, she is still like the dead and fear
overwhelms me.
“Sadea!” I
shriek.
Haamed
calmly pushes me aside. He kneels down next to Sadea and places a thermometer in
her mouth.
“103
degrees,” he says.
He then
listens to her heart and lungs.
“Her
symptoms seem similar to those of these other children in village.”
“Many of
them have already started to recover; I positive she’ll be all right,” he
finishes.
Haamed gives
me medicine for Sadea. He explains when and how to administer it, one bottle is
for her fever, once a day, the other bottle for her cough, two times a day.
“She’ll pull
through, I promise,” he says.
“Do you need
me to guide you back?” I ask.
“That’s all
right” he responds. “I’ll make it.”
“If she
doesn’t improve come and find me right away, don’t wait line, and just tell
them Haamed sent you.”
I nod my head in acknowledgment; he leaves me
one last easy smile, before turning his back to leave.
That night I
wait at Sadea’s bedside, mother and Lyra have already fallen asleep. I imagine
that somewhere Sadea is walking in the land of dreams, even though I can see
her spirit tonight. That’s where she must be, enjoying herself, skipping below
the tree tops and spying on incest nests. There isn’t any pain or discomfort
for her there.
The next
morning Sadea opens her eyes. She makes slow progress over the next few days as
her grandmother tends her side, while I work the fields. I wondered if Haamed was
still in the village and muddle the idea of going back the relief location. I
should at least thank him.
He is
visible a few feet from the town entrance, I can see him smiling and laughing
at the children. They must be those that have recently recovered as well. He
looks up at me, as I approach.
“So there
you are,” he exclaims. “Is everything okay, Sadea, I mean”.
I nod my
head yes.
“That’s
good,” he says. “I should come have another look at her.”
We walk side
by side to my home. He looks as though he wishes to say something, but
hesitates each time.
“The people
here are a bit superstitious huh,” he attempts to say casually.
“They seem
to think something unnatural is going on here.” He seems perturbed by what he
has just suggested, and we walk silently for a moment.
“If
something occurs how can it be unnatural, the fact that an event takes place at
all, whether created by man, beast or otherwise must be natural,” I argue.
“That’s what
I think anyway.”
“I think so
as well,” he answers.
Sadea is up
and moving around by the time we reach my home. She still seems a bit lethargic.
She walks toward me and wraps her arms around waist and buries her head in my
stomach.
“Are you all
right, honey?” I ask. I can feel her nodding her head up and down. Pushing her
away from me gently, I make her sit down.
“It’s okay
he’s just going to look at you.” Haamed kneels down to her level; he takes her
pulse and shines a small light into her eyes. He then listens to her heartbeat
and lungs.
“Her lungs
sound clear,” he says. “She’s breathing normally, her pulse is strong.”
“How do you
feel?” he asks her directly. Sadea hesitates for a moment.
“It’s okay,”
I reassure her.
“I feel
fine,” she says nearly inaudible. Haamed grins at her.
“You’ll tell
your mother if you feel ill again, won’t you?”
“I will,”
she replies.
“Most of the
other children have recovered as well,” Haamed tells me as we exit the house.
“It’s true,
what they say about us”. He looks genuinely surprised.
“Earlier, I
wasn’t necessarily talking about you,” he offers in response.
“They told
you though, right…told you there’s something wrong with us that we’re spirit
wanderers.” He stares at me as though he has no idea what to say.
“It’s true,
we are.” I’d never willingly told anyone before, not even people who already
knew, yet I felt comfortable enough with this stranger to share my secret. He
mulls it over for awhile.
“Kadja, I’m
not sure that’s possible,” he says softly.
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It’s a cliché to say that the truth is
stranger than fiction, the truth has to work within the bonds to reality, but
fiction can be anything we wish…
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Teaser: Detective
Michael Bailey is a man haunted by the past and tormented by the present. As an
officer of the law it’s his job to protect those in his city. Then why have things
gone array? Failures tend to find Bailey at every turn and each crime he cannot
bring to justice, each life he is unable to save, becomes another nail in his
coffin. The only thing that seems to be left is the bottle, but even alcohol
has long become something Bailey can’t handle. As the murders continue to pile
up one man, George Graham, keeps ending up on the short list of suspects. Is he
really just a middle aged shop owner living out his days in solitude after the death
of his mother? Or is it more likely that George simply can’t control himself, can’t
take the agony of his rejections and shortcomings? Something is lurking beneath
his exterior and it’s more sinister than anyone can imagine…
“Deconstructing
Infatuation” will have one rethinking the old phase, “love will make you do
crazy things”. It is infatuation that leads us spiraling downward into the
unknown, running face first with our eyes closed. 
Teaser:
Carolyn
is a young, beautiful, successful woman with a loving husband and her entire
life ahead of her. However, her future quickly begins to look bleak when she is
taken hostage in the unforgiving back woods of her town by a warped family with
devilish intentions. The Earles are keeping more than furnaces and equipment in
the basement. They’re holding women captive and Carolyn will have to avoid
becoming the next one to meet her end at their hands. Schizophrenic, Phoenix, along with hot
tempered mother and father enjoy using their imprisoned as prey but Carolyn
along with fellow captive Greta will give them the hunt of their lives. It will
soon become clear that winning this game of torture and terror won’t an easy
victory for either side, when Carolyn finds herself fighting for the most
important asset she has, her life. 
