Haunted

Danger

In her dreams last tonight Emily wasn’t a helpless baby, crying mournfully. There was no face hovering above her own, no arms squeezing her tightly.

She was back in Duncan, with a bird’s-eye view of a coffee shop. She scanned the people until she saw Jack wearing his leather biker coat. His hair was falling across his forehead. She tried to call out to him, but he couldn’t hear her. She even tried to reach out to him, but she had no arms. Emily might not have been a baby in this dream, but she was still utterly powerless. In this dream, she was not anything at all she was just a set of eyes staring down watching what was happening. A girl sat down across from Jack, with her back facing her. She has long hair that cascades down her back in perfect, non-frizzy waves. She held herself perfec