The mist next to him began to swirl, almost to boil, until the shape of a
woman formed, her skin pale and shimmering. She smiled at him demurely,
floating along, twirling and rolling. The tendrils
of her gown and hair
trailed out behind her as though in an underwater ballet.
Nick struggled not to look into her eyes, but felt powerless to do
anything but, and when he did, he saw that she was beauty itself. She began
to sing to him. He couldn’t understand the words, but he recognized the
tune. The same lullaby mothers have been singing
to their children for
thousands of years. It promised to keep him safe and warm. It promised an
eternity of maternal love. She stretched her arms, beckoning him to her.
It would be all over if he went to her. Part of him knew this, the part that
was screaming somewhere deep inside to stay on the path. The rest of him
knew this too,
but thought it was okay, because it would be such a sweet
death. Cradling him in her loving embrace, she would rock him, soothe
him. All his fears, all the bad things would simply drift away forever. Nick
found himself wishing for nothing more.
Peter’s voice came from somewhere far away, little more than an echo.
“Stay with me!”
And a face, the terrified face of the boy, the one in the
high-tops, flashed in Nick’s head. He blinked and forced himself to tear his
eyes away from the woman.
Where’s Peter?
Nick saw only a vague silhouette in front of him.
Is that him? How’d I
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