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Hi Dottie! Thanks for having me!
For the readers today, I hope to start a discussion about love.
What would you endure in the name of love?
Don’t scoff. You know what I’m talking about.
Those moments we tell ourselves, “Relationships are give and take. Right now I’m giving…not giving in.” Some of us excuse that long-distance connection that just isn’t working with, “We’ll get along much better once we spend more time together.” But the coup de grâce is emotional baggage.
“Why bother putting myself out there? I’ll just get hurt.”
We endure every painful moment because we, the romantic at heart, persevere in our search for everlasting love.
Now imagine you’re like Saari Mitchell, who is truly immortal. She will never die. Change drives the world ever forward, dragging her along for the ride—but she stays the same. Merely following, trying to keep up.
Through this change she has discovered the vast cultural populations and cities that cover the globe as traveling internationally became common place. Injuries and minor illnesses that once decimated the human population are no longer a threat due to amazing medical advancements. And technology? Holy smokes. There’s never a dark room in her house thanks to electricity, and email is so much more efficient than writing with a quill on parchment paper.
But after living for half a century, love has become too painful to contemplate.
Saari’s still dealing with her soul-wrenching sadness at being separated from her chosen mate. Loving someone and losing them hurts…almost as much as being alone. Forever. Doesn’t it? Is being alone better than the fear of sharing your innermost self and being rejected?
Just ask every other romantic out there!
Late Afternoon, Thursday, May 22, 2032–New Angeles
Everything changes, whether you want it to or not. The world changes. People change. Relationships change. Change lurks below the surface, waiting for you to be at your weakest. And the moment you least expect it, change destroys everything you’ve ever known.
After five hundred years, Saari Mitchell knew that better than anybody.
“Okay, boys and girls. Caller nine gets a shot at two back-stage passes to the ‘Rock The Earth’ concert,” the disk jockey chirped.
Saari snorted and turned off the stereo. “No thanks. Was way too up close and personal during the original one, buddy.”
All Saari had to do was glance out her window at the ocean lapping at the Nevada coastline to remember the last time the earth was rocked. The massive quake that liquefied most of the United States’ western coastline hit on June 18, 2012—not exactly what the Mayan “end of the world” hoopla had predicted, but catastrophic all the same. With California underwater, Nevada’s population exploded as New Angeles, with its resurrected Hollywood, became the place to live.
This year marked the twentieth anniversary of The Great Quake.
Saari propped her elbow on the open window and grabbed a handful of her windswept hair. And she’d be another year older tomorrow. No big deal, really—not when she’d been born May 23, 1499. That she’d been cursed with immortality on her birthday in 1522 was the real kicker.
The lyrics to “Love Potion Number 9” played in her ear. Powering the windows of her Ford Explorer shut, she tapped her ear bud and answered her cell. “You better not be calling to cancel on dinner tonight.”
Nisa’s laughter bubbled through the phone. “You’re kidding, right? Tonight’s the night of the year. I wouldn’t bail on you.”
Saari smiled, despite her present mood. Only a handful of close friends knew she was immortal, and none of them were human in the strictest sense of the word. Some were vampires, a few were werewolves, and then there was the odd collection of those in between human and preternatural, like her.
Nisa fell into the last category. The two women shared a special bond—they were both immortal, though for different reasons and under very different circumstances. Saari had been cursed. Nisa was a cupid.
By some cosmic quirk, when Nisa died, her soul didn’t move on. Instead, she was drafted. Now she spent her time matchmaking for the preternatural. Who’d have thought the afterlife was a crapshoot for employment recruitment and assignment?
“You had The Dream again last night, didn’t you?”
for the Psychic at Heart
MOONLIGHT BLEU-Crescent Moon Press September 2010
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