feeling?”
Aaron stopped in his tracks. The carpet he held on his shoulder suddenly felt as though it weighed hundreds of pounds.
“How’d you know my mother was sick?”
The light changed as they stood in the center of the street. One of the drivers tapped his horn.
“C’mon, son,” Zion said. “You’re the one who wanted to use the crosswalk. Now we’re both about to get run over.”
Aaron didn’t budge. “Let me see your eyes,” he pleaded.
Zion turned to face him. “My eyes? What in heaven’s name for?”
Several drivers blared their horns.
Aaron looked into Zion’s eyes and saw they were normal. They hurried across the street. After safely making it to the other side, he was unsure if he wanted to continue.
“How did you know about my mother?” Aaron asked again, this time more urgently. “Have you seen her?”
“Oh, I know lots of things, but not anything in particular.” Zion motioned for him to follow her. “I live just up this ramp.”
“But if you haven’t seen her, how did you know?”
They approached the municipal building, and Zion held onto the brass bannister that followed the ramp up to the main entrance.
“I’ll answer what I know. Or maybe I’ll answer what I don’t know,” Zion said. “But either way, this stuff is beginning to get awfully heavy, and I must hurry on home with Dear One’s carpet and change my clothes.”
Aaron looked up at the building. “But no one lives in this building. It only has offices,” he said as they made their way up the ramp.
“Are you sure about that?” Zion said as she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small crystal. “Things are not always as they seem.”
“Sure, I’m sure,” Aaron replied. “I’ve been in here lots of times to pay our utility bills.”
“Well, then, since you are absolutely certain about it.” Zion stopped halfway up the ramp and placed the crystal in a small opening beneath the bannister. The wall along with a portion of the banister bowed inward.
Zion winked at Aaron. “C’mon in and meet my Dear One.”
“I really don’t have time,” Aaron said. “I just wanted to make sure you got home okay and … ”
Before Aaron could finish his sentence, he watched as Zion seemed to melt into a liquid wall of paint. He reached out and attempted to grasp it, but his fingers sank into the wall. It had the texture of melted marshmallows. He pushed his arm through and then his body and found himself standing in a very nicely decorated living room. However, the person he saw standing before him was no longer Zion, or was it?
Aaron looked into the woman’s eyes, and they were the same translucent gray as Zion’s. But this woman was perhaps forty years younger. Her hair was a shimmery brown, and her skin was taut with a golden-honey complexion. She wore large diamond earrings, a fitted navy pantsuit encrusted with diamonds, a wool collar, and stylish boots.
“Zion?” mumbled Aaron.
“Yes, dear. It’s me,” Zion replied. “Just a little transformation.”
“A little?”
Zion chuckled. “Welcome to our home.” She waved her arms around the room.
Aaron’s gaze stopped on a man sitting crossed legged on a carpet. He resembled the old Zion, in his dress, attire, and age. He slowly raised his head and acknowledged Aaron.
Zion retrieved the carpet from Aaron and spread it out on the floor beside the one on which the man currently sat.
“Dear One, we have company.” She gently rubbed his head. “This is Aaron. He’s the Player for this go-round.”
The man mumbled something as Zion helped him up and moved him to the other carpet. He sat motionless for a few minutes when a silvery aura rose and surrounded him.
Aaron watched as Dear One’s hair gradually turned a shimmery brown, his facial features became toned and tightened, and his flabby weak arms turned muscular. He stood as his attire changed into a tailored suit with an open-collar dress shirt. His shoes were polished to a high
Aaron stopped in his tracks. The carpet he held on his shoulder suddenly felt as though it weighed hundreds of pounds.
“How’d you know my mother was sick?”
The light changed as they stood in the center of the street. One of the drivers tapped his horn.
“C’mon, son,” Zion said. “You’re the one who wanted to use the crosswalk. Now we’re both about to get run over.”
Aaron didn’t budge. “Let me see your eyes,” he pleaded.
Zion turned to face him. “My eyes? What in heaven’s name for?”
Several drivers blared their horns.
Aaron looked into Zion’s eyes and saw they were normal. They hurried across the street. After safely making it to the other side, he was unsure if he wanted to continue.
“How did you know about my mother?” Aaron asked again, this time more urgently. “Have you seen her?”
“Oh, I know lots of things, but not anything in particular.” Zion motioned for him to follow her. “I live just up this ramp.”
“But if you haven’t seen her, how did you know?”
They approached the municipal building, and Zion held onto the brass bannister that followed the ramp up to the main entrance.
“I’ll answer what I know. Or maybe I’ll answer what I don’t know,” Zion said. “But either way, this stuff is beginning to get awfully heavy, and I must hurry on home with Dear One’s carpet and change my clothes.”
Aaron looked up at the building. “But no one lives in this building. It only has offices,” he said as they made their way up the ramp.
“Are you sure about that?” Zion said as she reached into her pocket and retrieved a small crystal. “Things are not always as they seem.”
“Sure, I’m sure,” Aaron replied. “I’ve been in here lots of times to pay our utility bills.”
“Well, then, since you are absolutely certain about it.” Zion stopped halfway up the ramp and placed the crystal in a small opening beneath the bannister. The wall along with a portion of the banister bowed inward.
Zion winked at Aaron. “C’mon in and meet my Dear One.”
“I really don’t have time,” Aaron said. “I just wanted to make sure you got home okay and … ”
Before Aaron could finish his sentence, he watched as Zion seemed to melt into a liquid wall of paint. He reached out and attempted to grasp it, but his fingers sank into the wall. It had the texture of melted marshmallows. He pushed his arm through and then his body and found himself standing in a very nicely decorated living room. However, the person he saw standing before him was no longer Zion, or was it?
Aaron looked into the woman’s eyes, and they were the same translucent gray as Zion’s. But this woman was perhaps forty years younger. Her hair was a shimmery brown, and her skin was taut with a golden-honey complexion. She wore large diamond earrings, a fitted navy pantsuit encrusted with diamonds, a wool collar, and stylish boots.
“Zion?” mumbled Aaron.
“Yes, dear. It’s me,” Zion replied. “Just a little transformation.”
“A little?”
Zion chuckled. “Welcome to our home.” She waved her arms around the room.
Aaron’s gaze stopped on a man sitting crossed legged on a carpet. He resembled the old Zion, in his dress, attire, and age. He slowly raised his head and acknowledged Aaron.
Zion retrieved the carpet from Aaron and spread it out on the floor beside the one on which the man currently sat.
“Dear One, we have company.” She gently rubbed his head. “This is Aaron. He’s the Player for this go-round.”
The man mumbled something as Zion helped him up and moved him to the other carpet. He sat motionless for a few minutes when a silvery aura rose and surrounded him.
Aaron watched as Dear One’s hair gradually turned a shimmery brown, his facial features became toned and tightened, and his flabby weak arms turned muscular. He stood as his attire changed into a tailored suit with an open-collar dress shirt. His shoes were polished to a high
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