Welcome to Me Me Monday! A day to promote, strut, and celebrate your Me-ness!
Only Dyvian has some very sinister notions of how to go about that in the next part of Protecting the Lights. Picking up where he left off during Rainbow Snippets on Saturday…
“We’re all like that rose.” Soft, insistent, his voice pursued my fleeing footsteps. “Every boy with magic in his soul is a rosebud waiting to bloom. If I don’t force my dream upon you, you’ll never blossom. I hope you understand that.”
No. I ran faster, willing my motion to cause my sleeping limbs to move, to wake me from the dream. Not in the garden. Not where my little brothers walked, innocent and open any influence which left his imprint on the petals.