Until Tuesday — Twelve

Tim Mossholder

“I remember a gaze of hatred — a woman who tried to seduce me.”

They have the look, the look of knowing exactly what I am referring to while downplaying the importance.

“OK, that’s a good start. Anything else?” The man asks, then adds, “My name is Logan, yours?”

I start to reply and realize I don’t know my name.

“Relax, I gave AJ his moniker, he’s forgotten his name as well.”

“Hey blue, I’m Amelia,” the woman offers.

“Blue?”

She laughs, “matches your baby b’s as well as your skin.”

Oh, it hurts like hell when I laugh; takes my breath away. She’s bright, I’ll give her that.

AJ and Logan stand beside me while Amelia warns of pending pain.

They scoop me up, getting my arms on their shoulders for support.

Logan mentions, “Need to make camp before nightfall.”

We follow Amelia.