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  • Writer's pictureNorma Jean Dunning

Broken Part One

You left.  

You left me.  You left the life we were beginning.  You left without a second thought.


What made it so easy to do?

Let's go back and see where it all changed.

We were vacationing on the island.  This was our first trip there, but it started off pretty good.

You and I got our tickets for the bus to take us to our hotel on the other side of the island.  We boarded and started on our journey.

Not 30 minutes into the trip, we had an unexpected stop.  We figured there was time to get out and explore the little village ahead.  

We began walking around, but each house looked similar to the one next to it and the one next to that.  The only differences were the ever so slightly changing decorations.  One house had moons.  Another had suns.  One butterflies and another dragonflies.  You had to look hard to see.  We quickly lost track of where we were and where our bus was.  

We walked up to a house and knocked on the door.  No answer.  Should we have left and continued on to another house?  Maybe.  But, we didn't.  We tried the door.  It opened and we went in.

I was looking for a phone or a map or something that would tell us where to go, but there was nothing.

I don't know what you were doing, but I thought you were still there.  

I called your name.  No answer.

I began searching for you.  You were gone.

I decided to check outside.  Maybe you were there.  Maybe you saw something I didn't.  You usually did.

I called your name again.  Still no answer. 

Where were you?  Where did you go?

I started moving among the houses again.  My hope of finding you draining.  Something had to have happen to you.

I'll try to get back to the bus and get help.  That seemed like the best option.  I wouldn't leave you, but I could check all of these houses in the village alone.

I finally found my way out of the maze of houses to where the bus should have been, but it too was gone.

What was happening?  

Panic started to set in.  What was I supposed to do now.  Do I continue my search or begin making my way to the hotel with hope that you somehow got back on the bus?

I looked back at the village, at the houses that were replicas of the others.  That's when I saw it.  The faint glow.

What is that?  Maybe that's where you are.  Maybe you're signaling me that something is off on this island.  

I'm felt uneasy standing in the middle of a deserted road, next to this village with a faint glow coming from one particular house.

I decided my best option was to check out the house and then move on to the hotel.  I could get help there if I couldn't find you.

I crept to the house, keeping my breathing and heart rate as steady as I could.  Something felt off and I needed to keep myself together.  I had to find you.  I had to be able to help you.

As I approached the house with the faint glow, I noticed the decorations were that of swords.

I remember thinking how odd that seemed compared to the neighbors, but again this was the only house with a glow.  Maybe that had something to do with it.

I slowly started making my way up the stairs to the door, but a dog barked somewhere and I stumbled back.

A figure moved within the house.

I crouched next to the porch, keeping myself in a position to hide underneath or to take off around the side of the building.

As I glanced towards the door, the figure emerged.  

It was an elder gentleman.  The only person I have seen except for those on the bus.  

He seemed odd, though.  

I couldn't quite figure out why, but there was just something off about him.  The moved every slightly with a limp, but it was different.  It was as though something was preventing him from walking normally, but I couldn't see what.

I was going to emerge from my position to see if this gentleman had seen you around, but that's when I saw the glow.

The glow I had seen from the road was coming from this man.  But, it wasn't as faint as before.  With each minute I watched him, the glow increased in intensity.  

What was going on in this place and where were you?  Why did you leave me alone?

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