“You’re my good luck charm, little girl,” he tells me. “Your voice breaks open a window to heaven.” “Don’t call me a little girl,” I say in a mock-tough voice that’s barely hiding sarcasm. I pull the serape I grabbed from the back of his beat-up truck around my shoulders. The itchy material protects my …
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27: Chapter 2
Photo by Lisa Fotios on Pexels.com “I’ll take a grande, quad, nonfat, one-pump, no-whip, mocha,” the pretty professional lady says to me without looking up from her phone. She’s particularly fancy with a silky white blouse tucked into a hot pink pencil skirt. The color of her long acrylic nails match the skirt. “No problem,” …
27: Chapter 3
Photo by Dominika Roseclay on Pexels.com I did it. I finally made my decision. When I was helping Gary set up his exhibition at 18th Street Arts earlier this afternoon, it hit me right in the center of my chest: I’m singing tonight. I’ve been fretting over this decision for the last week. Ever since …
27: Chapter 4
Photo by Pixabay on Pexels.com My unwelcome passenger has been sitting next to me since Ocean Park and 23rd. Sitting next to me in Gary’s light blue pick-up truck as I drive home. He could’ve been there longer than 23rd Street but that’s when I first noticed him. I jumped and swerved when I first …
27: Chapter 5
Photo by Jason Toevs on Pexels.com I’m really hurt this time. “This time,” I mean since the second time that man ran into me. Or melted into me. I don’t know where he went. It’s been a week since he punched me in the stomach in my kitchen and disappeared. I’ve been so sick I’ve …
27: Chapter 6
Hanalei by Amanda Miller Hawaii is the most beautiful place I’ve ever been. I live in California and in my opinion, it’s one of the most beautiful states on the mainland. But Hawaii is like a fairytale dream of all of the shades of green you could ever imagine. We had the best welcome - …
27: Chapter 7
Hanalei By Amanda Miller I’m all mixed up. What’s happening with my life? I’m sitting here alone in our rental car and Gary’s inside a pizza place using the phone. I can’t see him talking. I don’t want to see him talking. He said he was going to call our Aunt Halani and try to …
27: Chapter 8
Courtesy great-hikes.com “We have to bring this guy Coors Light,” Gary says. “Coors Light?” I ask. I’m confused. “Isn’t this guy some sort of a priest or shaman or something?” I ask. “I don’t know, Josie,” Gary says. “I mean, I don’t know what you call him. He knows Huna and he likes Coors Light. …
27: Chapter 9
Image courtesy Gary Heller Manu is up and rumbling about in his kitchen like nothing happened. He’s muttering about something but I’m not sure what. I feel the best I have in a long time. No more stomach ache. No more cloudy brain. I actually feel like doing a shift at Kava Kava right now. …
27: Chapter 10
Photo by Amanda Miller “She’s not coming here,” I hear an old woman’s voice say through Gary’s phone. He pulls the phone away from his ear and winces. It’s not just how loud the voice is that makes him wince. It’s the sentiment behind the words as well. “Halani,” Gary pleads. “She’s better now. We …
