Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #15 June 2015 | Page 78

gers in the thick green fluid. The potion turned clear,
the green colour sinking to the bottom.
“No, mom. I can’t stay. Even if they don’t revoke my
scholarship, I still can’t stay here. Yes, I know there is
an easy way out, but there is no way I’m telling people Angela is crazy.” Lucas was talking on the phone
as he was staring at the words in the bowl. He had to
figure out what the daggers meant before he told her
anything. He didn’t have a life here anymore, if you
could call acting normally while hiding half of who
you are a life. If this would help him find his way, it
was worth it. “I don’t know what I’ll do. Probably
take some time to clear my head, visit some friends
from high school.” He wrote the words from the bowl
down on a piece of paper. It was strange how easily
he could lie to her right now. “I’ll call you when I get
there ok? Take care. Bye, mom.”

“Just, read it. He left them on the porch. I don’t say
forgive him, just read.” Angela looked at her mom.
She knew her mom didn’t believe her when she told
her what happened. She still saw it when she closed
her eyes. The black eyes, the lines. Maybe there was
an explanation. So she picked up the paper.
Dear Angela
I know you probably don’t want to see me now and I
don’t blame you. I am not asking to see you, I know
better than that. I am leaving school and going away
today. If you ever want to talk, or just find out what
happened, you can call my old phone. I promise you
there is an explanation.
I am truly sorry.
Lucas

He tossed the phone in his
open suitcase and closed it,
then took the fastest route
from the campus. People
whispered around him as
he walked to his car. He
tossed the suitcase in the
back and drove off, not
saying a word. There was
no need to hide behind
niceties. He stopped at the
local florists and bought a
bouquet of white lilies.
Angela was sitting in the
living room, staring at the
table. The doorbell rang,
making her jump. Her
mother entered, carrying
the bouquet of white lilies.
“Look, how wonderful.
There is even a card.” She
placed it in front of her.
Angela took it, but when
she recognised Lucas’s
handwriting she threw it
on the table.

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