The rambunctious pitter-patter of airborn droplets surges outside, and the trendles of water rush down the living room's windowpane. Daryl watches the quick trickles with absent interest, the little red book open in his lap. His slightly damp clothes, now wrinkled, hang sadly from his frame like dehydrated flowers.
"So this is all to prepare Wes for fighting the Sorrow?"
Al's words snatch Daryl up from his ponderous meditation, and he whips back around. Al is splayed out on the couch like a model waiting to be painted in broad oil strokes, and his foot is pressed against one of the sofa's arms. His boot wiggles back and forth as he thinks.
"Yes," Daryl responds. He looks back down at the book and lets his eyes ride upon the words.
"But why can't I read the book?"
"Because..." Daryl nibbles on his lip and blinks. "Wes doesn't trust you."
"Why?"
"You'll learn on Sunday."
Al sighs and leans his head back, now studying the textures, curves, and shapes of the ceiling. He is growing ill of the cryptic nature of Wes and Ferique, but he also understands that something much bigger is occuring. Something much more important than he could ever comprehend right now. Daryl said they aren't human. What the hell are they, then? Aliens? That is preposterous, but then again...
"Day?"
"Yes?"
"Are we gods?"
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The Phantoms of Marvis Pass
Romance[Romance/Paranormal/Mystery/Thriller/LGBTQIA] Daryl Okafor came to the mining town of Marvis Pass to escape a judgemental family and community. In this new world, he meets Al Lewis, a steadfast talc miner, and they quickly fall in love. After alm...
