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Authors: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
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January.
Then who?
Ashli gasped. Could it have been…
No. No. Don’t even go there!
“Well, the doctor will be by to check on you in a moment. You’ve got a minor concussion and a nasty cut. He gave you seven stitches.”
Ashli instinctively reached for the throbbing spot again.
“Do not worry, Señorita Ashli. I only had to shave off a small patch of your hair. You have so much of it, no one will ever notice.”
Ashli petted the bandage. Not that she cared about losing her hair—it had always been like a wild beast of curls with a mind of its own—but she didn’t understand what had happened.
“It is maybe a bit funny, Señorita Ashli.” The woman chuckled. “I think your hair saved you, acted like a sort of pillow. No? O sí? ”
Okay. Okay. I have a lot of hair. I get the point. One of Ashli’s grandmothers had originally been from Haiti and her great-grandfather was Irish. She couldn’t begin to imagine the fun those two had living in a world once so horrifically divided. Her grandmother and mother had also married men from the opposite end of the racial spectrum. Granddad had been Japanese and her father Mexican. Yes, it made for a very interesting gene pool. She felt like a one-woman version of the It’s a Small World ride at Disney. But with Death as her copilot.
No. This can’t be happening.
That is absolutely right! Which is why as soon as you’re able to drive, you’re going to see Doctora Hernandez.
It wouldn’t be the first time Ashli’s dreams and wild imagination had seeped into her reality. The night before the tragic accident that took her parents’ lives, she’d dreamt of a giant fuel truck crashing into them. It was why she’d sat on the left side of the car in the backseat. It was also why she’d lived.
But that’s where things became so mixed up in her head. Ashli knew it wasn’t possible. Premonitions were something only found in books or movies, yet she still blamed herself for her parents’ death. If she’d just told them about the dream, maybe things would have ended differently. But she hadn’t. And it was for no other reason than she would have felt stupid. Her pride had cost her the lives of those she loved. That’s when she began having dark, horrible thoughts about wanting to die. No, she didn’t mean suicide. She simply wished to trade places. She wished that she could convince Death to take her instead of them. She obsessed over the thought for months, the words Take me instead of them. Take me instead of them repeated in the background of her mind, like a skipping record that relentlessly tormented her day and night. Then, one day, she heard a reply. She’d been setting up the café for the day and stopped to watch the sunrise. It had been one of those rare mornings where the ocean seemed more like a lake—serene, quiet, and calm. And as the sun burst over the horizon, she recalled everything turning to brilliant shades of orange and pink. That’s when she heard the voice of her parents. “He is coming for you,” they said. Oddly, it hadn’t sounded like a warning, but more like a promise of salvation. Ashli knew she needed help.
Over time, Dr. Hernandez, the local psychiatrist, got Ashli to see things more logically. The “premonition” had been nothing more than a coincidence, and Ashli couldn’t blame herself for dismissing it as such. But she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d cheated death, and she began having wild dreams. The man wanting her. Death hunting her. Sometimes, she even saw her parents—they yelled at her for visiting them. Regardless, she still liked seeing them.
But this? This was no dream. Death was real. Even now, she smelled his scent in the air and felt his energy buzzing about the room.
What was she going to do?
You’re not afraid of Death, Ashli. No, she really wasn’t. In fact, she’d grown irritated by this game.
Ashli watched the nurse leave and then blurted out, “I know you’re there. I can
Then who?
Ashli gasped. Could it have been…
No. No. Don’t even go there!
“Well, the doctor will be by to check on you in a moment. You’ve got a minor concussion and a nasty cut. He gave you seven stitches.”
Ashli instinctively reached for the throbbing spot again.
“Do not worry, Señorita Ashli. I only had to shave off a small patch of your hair. You have so much of it, no one will ever notice.”
Ashli petted the bandage. Not that she cared about losing her hair—it had always been like a wild beast of curls with a mind of its own—but she didn’t understand what had happened.
“It is maybe a bit funny, Señorita Ashli.” The woman chuckled. “I think your hair saved you, acted like a sort of pillow. No? O sí? ”
Okay. Okay. I have a lot of hair. I get the point. One of Ashli’s grandmothers had originally been from Haiti and her great-grandfather was Irish. She couldn’t begin to imagine the fun those two had living in a world once so horrifically divided. Her grandmother and mother had also married men from the opposite end of the racial spectrum. Granddad had been Japanese and her father Mexican. Yes, it made for a very interesting gene pool. She felt like a one-woman version of the It’s a Small World ride at Disney. But with Death as her copilot.
No. This can’t be happening.
That is absolutely right! Which is why as soon as you’re able to drive, you’re going to see Doctora Hernandez.
It wouldn’t be the first time Ashli’s dreams and wild imagination had seeped into her reality. The night before the tragic accident that took her parents’ lives, she’d dreamt of a giant fuel truck crashing into them. It was why she’d sat on the left side of the car in the backseat. It was also why she’d lived.
But that’s where things became so mixed up in her head. Ashli knew it wasn’t possible. Premonitions were something only found in books or movies, yet she still blamed herself for her parents’ death. If she’d just told them about the dream, maybe things would have ended differently. But she hadn’t. And it was for no other reason than she would have felt stupid. Her pride had cost her the lives of those she loved. That’s when she began having dark, horrible thoughts about wanting to die. No, she didn’t mean suicide. She simply wished to trade places. She wished that she could convince Death to take her instead of them. She obsessed over the thought for months, the words Take me instead of them. Take me instead of them repeated in the background of her mind, like a skipping record that relentlessly tormented her day and night. Then, one day, she heard a reply. She’d been setting up the café for the day and stopped to watch the sunrise. It had been one of those rare mornings where the ocean seemed more like a lake—serene, quiet, and calm. And as the sun burst over the horizon, she recalled everything turning to brilliant shades of orange and pink. That’s when she heard the voice of her parents. “He is coming for you,” they said. Oddly, it hadn’t sounded like a warning, but more like a promise of salvation. Ashli knew she needed help.
Over time, Dr. Hernandez, the local psychiatrist, got Ashli to see things more logically. The “premonition” had been nothing more than a coincidence, and Ashli couldn’t blame herself for dismissing it as such. But she still couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d cheated death, and she began having wild dreams. The man wanting her. Death hunting her. Sometimes, she even saw her parents—they yelled at her for visiting them. Regardless, she still liked seeing them.
But this? This was no dream. Death was real. Even now, she smelled his scent in the air and felt his energy buzzing about the room.
What was she going to do?
You’re not afraid of Death, Ashli. No, she really wasn’t. In fact, she’d grown irritated by this game.
Ashli watched the nurse leave and then blurted out, “I know you’re there. I can
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