Each year, I watched over her as she disappeared. Some years, she was gone for days and other years, for weeks.
We rented a flat with sparse furnishings, and she made herself comfortable. Besides playing the part of nursemaid, I acted as her bodyguard, for there were those who searched for her.
Where she went, I never questioned. Inside her mind, outside our world, to another realm. Some years her predictions were dire, especially recently.
Sitting on the couch beside her, my weapon nearby, I watched until she woke with a sigh, a grin, and hope for good days ahead.
Thank you for stopping by and reading my small story. It was inspired by Lunar New Year celebrations here in Hong Kong and a hope for a better year up ahead.
This is my contribution to “Friday Fictioneers,” a weekly challenge hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff Fields. With the help of the photo prompt each week to inspire, we’re to write a 100-word story. This week’s intriguing photo was provided by Na’ama Yehuda.
If you would like to join in and write your own story, or if you would like read the stories of others from this week, visit here.
Happy Lunar New Year to you and yours!!