Secret #1

I came across a rolling cluster of burning embers, drifting across a lonely field, one drizzly afternoon, when an enormous moon peered through the white sky and winked at me, speaking with the wisdom of an eternal deity. ‘Blessed are the merciful for they shall receive mercy,’ it said with a ballooning smile.

       I completed my figure of eight across the lagoon bridge and on my return, against the breeze, coming off the sea, a small pebble fell from the sky and skipped ahead of my steps. ‘Hurry along, my love, and don’t look back to where stones are hurled and sticks are spinning a wicked torment; they’ll only tell you that you were stupid for believing in their love, my love.’

       I went home with the title for my first book firmly on my mind; Mission Fake Epiphany, and even so, I still believe they love me.

 

              Georgina Zuvela