She got out and rushed into the small patch of forest bordering the road, running mad through the shrubs and trees, leaving the policemen perplexed. While they were trying to locate her with their flashlights in the dense vegetation, she reached the other end of the patch and went back into town. She made her way through the maze of streets, repeating her mantra, trying to built up her shield again. Her "happy zone" was her office, and she needed to get there as quickly as possible.
One of the books she had been reading had helped her set up a space that would charge her sphere with positive energy. It was all about anchors in the past. While she had induced a state of peace by the recitation of the text, she materialized it on an object and whenever she would see it the state of peace would be rekindled and thus would wash her bad thoughts away. And boy did she need a bath now.
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The Sphere
Storie breviSusan lives on the lush coast of eastern Ireland, taking care of her daughter and her many patients. But an enemy Susan is intimately familiar with begins a full on assault on her duties as a mother and a doctor. **This story received 2nd prize at t...
