Thin Places. Lesley Choyce

a piece of amethyst

      handed my mother some money,

      smiled, and turned away.

      The little bell rang as she left.

      My mom and I always had one thing in common:

      people considered us a bit strange.

      Maybe she’s the reason

      I am the way I am.

      I could tell her things

      I’d never tell my father.

      But she always looked worried

      when I spoke to her

      about

      the voices.

      But I had to tell someone

      other than just Jonesy.

      So I told my mom about Rebecca.

      Her eyes widened.

      Do you like her?

      she asked.

      I do.

      Do you know why she is visiting you?

      I don’t.

      Are you keeping an open mind about her?

      I’m trying to.

      Many great people have heard voices

      and had visions.

      Many crazy people too.

      Do you think you are crazy?

      I didn’t think so until she appeared.

      I don’t think you are crazy. I think

      something unique has come your way.

      Well. What should I do?

      Despite her words, my mom

      suddenly looked terribly anxious.

      Is she here now?

      I closed my eyes and said her name silently.

      Nothing.

      No. I may have lost her.

      I told her I needed privacy.

      I’m not sure she understood.

      Be patient.

      What if she doesn’t return?

      Then, that is as it was meant to be.

      And what if she does come back?

      Get to know her.

      But Declan

      have you said anything about this

      to your father?

      No.

      He’s not going to like it.

      Maybe you shouldn’t mention it.

      Maybe.

      It’s just

      well, you know your father.

      I nodded, but I’d have to

      try to explain it to him

      because he’d get furious if he found out

      I told my mom and not him.

      That had happened before.

      Many times.

      With bad results.

      And Declan

      about this girl.

      Is she cute?

      I nodded.