By Colleen Foley
I came to with Marie kneeling over me, whispering a short verse in
French, over and over again. I rolled to my side, coughing more blood,
and saw Seth.
“He wake soon. His mother
protect him, give him a final gift. ‘Dis is over now. The blame is
mine. I make it right as I can. You take him away from here. Go back
to earthy things for a time. Eat, love…rest. You be needed again soon enough.”
Her touch on my face faded.
I sat in the gently falling rain and waited for Seth to wake up.