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Darynda Jones is such a. Darynda Jones Tuebl. Darynda Jones Shimmer. Waiting for him to find me. For anyone to find me. Surely I had family. I mean, everyone has family, right? Or, at the very least, friends. It would seem, however, that I had neither. But that didn't stop me from digging in my raggedly bitten nails and clinging to the knowledge that almost everyone on the planet had someone, and my someone was out there.
Searching for me. Scouring the galaxy night and day. That was my hope, anyway.
To be found. To be known. The spiderweb cracks in the shell holding me together were splintering, bleeding into one another, creeping and crackling along the fragile surface. I didn't know how much longer it would hold. How much longer until the pressure inside me exploded. Until it shattered and catapulted the pieces of my psyche into space; to the farthest reaches of the universe.
Until I vanished. It could happen. The doctors told me I had amnesia. Apparently that shit's real.
Who knew? While waiting for Mr.
P to scan the menu he knew by heart, I looked out the plate-glass windows of the cafe at the two worlds before me. I'd realized very soon after waking up that I could see things others couldn't. Dead people, for one thing, but also their realm. Their dimension.
And their dimension defined the word cray-cray. Most people saw only the tangible world. The world in which the wind didn't pass through them but bombarded them, its icy grip only metaphorically slicing through to their bones, because their physical bodies would only let it penetrate so far.
But there was another world all around us. An intangible one where the winds did not go around us but passed through us like searing smoke through air made visible only by a ray of light. On this particular day, the tangible forecast was partly cloudy with an 80 percent chance of precipitation. The intangible forecast, however, was angry, billowing clouds with a percent chance of thunderous lightning storms and fiery tornadoes swirling in an endless dance over the landscape.
And the colors. The colors were stunning. Oranges and reds and purples, the likes of which were not found in the tangible world, glistened around me, whirled and melded together with each reaction of the capricious weather, as though battling for dominance. Shadows were not gray there but blue and lavender with hints of copper and gold. Water was not blue but variegated shades of orchid and violet and emerald and turquoise.
The clouds parted a few blocks away, and a brilliant light shot down to welcome another soul, to embrace the fortunate spirit that had reached the expiration date of its corporeal form. That happened fairly often, even in a town the size of Sleepy Hollow. What happened less often, thank goodness, was the opposite. When the ground cracked and parted to reveal a cavernous chasm, to deliver a less fortunate soul-a less deserving one-into darkness. But not just any darkness.
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An endless, blinding void a thousand times blacker than the darkest night and a million times deeper. And the doctors swear there is nothing wrong with me. They can't see what I see.
Feel what I feel. Even in my state of absolute amnesia, I knew the world before me was unreal. And I knew to keep it to myself. Self-preservation was a powerful motive.
She leaned her voluptuous body into him. I wanted to point out the fact that he was old enough to be her father. I could only hope he wasn't. I actually had no idea what she'd done for a living, but from the looks of it, she was either a stripper or a prostitute. She'd caked on enough blue eye shadow to paint the Chrysler Building, and her little black dress revealed more curves than a Slinky. I was only leaning toward stripper because the front of her dress was being held together with Velcro.
I had a thing for Velcro. Sadly, I couldn't talk to her in front of Mr. P, which was unfortunate. I wanted to know who'd killed her. I knew how she'd died. She'd been strangled. Black and purple splotches circled her neckline, and the capillaries in her eyes had burst, turning the whites bright red.
Not her best look. But I was curious about the situation. How it had evolved. If she'd seen the assailant. If she'd known him. Clearly I had a morbid streak, but I felt this tug at my insides to help her. Then again, she was dead. As a doornail. In winter. What could I do? My motto since Day One was to keep my head down and my nose clean.
It was none of my business. I didn't want to know how they died. Who they left behind. How lonely they felt. For the most part the departed were like wasps. I didn't bother them.
They didn't bother me. And that was how I liked it.
But sometimes I felt a tug, a knee-jerk reaction, when I saw a departed. A visceral desire to do what I could for them. It was instinctual and deep-seated and horridly annoying, so I crawled into a cup of coffee and looked the other way. I gave her the barest hint of a nod as Mr.
P said, "I guess I'll have the usual, Janey. Two eggs, bacon, hash browns, and whole-wheat toast. P's order even though Sumi, the line cook, was about five feet from me, standing on the other side of the pass-out window, looking slightly annoyed that I didn't just tell her the order since she was about five feet from me, standing on the other side of the pass-out window, looking slightly annoyed. But there was a protocol in place. A strict set of guidelines I had to follow. My boss, a sassy redhead named Dixie, was only slightly less procedural than a brigadier general.
The stripper giggled at something Mr.I didn't want to know how they died. Learn more about possible network issues or contact support for more help. Are you sure you want to Yes No. Who they left behind. Best week ever!
Stranger still are the people entering her life. Or visit us online at us. And French fries. Details Publisher: The sound of my coworker's voice brought me back to the present.
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