Their faces seemed grave and worried, and although they couldn’t speak, they communicated with their eyes : Beware, grandson watch closely and step lightly. Instead, they seemed to be looking directly at James, where he floated in the darkness next to her. They didn’t seem to be looking at the girl with the long dark hair. He recognized them vaguely as his own long dead grandparents, his dad’s mum and dad. This time, however, they looked different. As always, two faces swam up out of the depths, a young man and a young woman. The figure in the dream walked toward the rippling pool and looked in. It began as always with the flash and whicker of blades and the rattle of old wood. That night, James had the dream one more time, although this time he felt that it was a true dream and not a direct vision into someone else’s reality. A moment later, the lights extinguished and Tabitha cal ed for a ten-minute break while the stage crew refil ed the rain machine. “He made sure to miss Josephina’s lips by a wide mark.
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