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Click here"Britt? You need to let go now. Close your eyes, swim out to Eva and take her hands...and trust us..."
Her eyes closed and moving into deep water now, she felt something impossibly warm move around her womb, and then the warmth spread throughout her body and against all odds she felt herself relaxing.
"That's it, my love, reach out now...just as if you were reaching out with your hands, reach out with your mind, reach out for the warmth, then beyond...
Everything seemed to fall into place in that moment.
She spread her wings and let her head fall back and rest in the water, then she felt more warmth as other bodies came to her, listening to the new life in her belly...
Then she saw Henry...standing on a sandy white road with Clyde by his side...and she wanted to cry out for him but couldn't form the words...
"That's right," he whispered as she tried to reach out to him, "I'm right here, but you need to go back to them now. In the water, they're waiting for you..."
She felt an insistent pull now like someone had her by the hand and she could somehow feel their confusion, almost as if they were trying to regain control of her, pull her back from...
She opened her eyes, saw a pale yellow orb spinning right in front of her face and a moment later she screamed -- when she realized she was adrift in a sea of stars...
© 2020 adrian leverkühn | abw | this is a work of fiction, pure and simple; the next chapter will drop in a week or so.
I thought it was a story about sailing, and relationships, and excellent. I don't know what it is now, but it's very readable, just sort of disorienting. Something sort of Heinleinian about the otherworldly parts. That's a compliment. written in 2020, before the pandemic, and before Russia went full aggro on Ukraine. Remarkable accomplishment.
...that the Paris trip was not a coincidence to begin with. From the very first installment. Or it came to you later on. But it fits beautifully. Great work.