A post from the past about tending your own garden of fragrant herbs, love, and memories to keep.
I answered the phone to a paper thin voice whispering “Come quick. Come quick. I need help.”
“What is wrong? Are you hurt?”
“I can’t get up. I caught my leg in a hole in the floor. I think I broke it.”
It was Eleora.
“Can you feel it?”
“I can’t even see it. I broke it off. Completely off.”
“Where is Tellias?”
“Out. He went out. He has been gone a long long long long time. I think we can get my leg back on. Bring a needle.”
Then without so much as a goodbye she hung up.
Tellias didn’t answer his cell phone. He never did. I called their neighbor John but didn’t get an answer.
Why was there a hole in the floor? Maybe she was in the barn. And no, I can’t call 911. Eleora is a Vampire. So am I.
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