Once outside, her grandfather was nowhere in sight. Jenny looked in every direction. As she stood there a strange feeling came over her. She felt sick. Her body moved through space like it would a tunnel. Everything was a blur. Then all was still.
Jenny was far from her home. She felt dizzy. She sat on the ground, gasping for breath. She pulled a water bottle out of her bag and took a drink.
Her grandfather walked by.
"Hey!"
He turned to her, shocked. "Jenny! How did you get here?"
"I don't know. I just followed you."
"That's impossible. No one follows me anywhere."
"Well, I just did. Care to tell me where we are and how we got here?"
"No. Go home." Grandfather disappeared.
Jenny stood, shouldered her bag and set her jaw. Everything blurred like before. Jenny, again, was dizzy when she stopped, but not as badly as before.
"I'm not going home without you."
"I lived a life with you and your family already. I'm moving on."
"I won't let you walk out on us."
"I died, remember? I am no longer part of your family. Go home."
"No."
"I have a new life to live. Go home."
"You have a life with us."
"I'm no longer an old man. I can't have a bunch of kids calling me grandpa."
"You'll get over it."
"Just go home and let me live."
He disappeared again.
"I don't think so." She followed him.
Elizabeth Williamson Copyright © 2010
