I stared at his eyes in fascination. His irises darkened and slowly expanded into two huge pools of black. He abruptly let go of me and took a step back. He watched me as he ran his fingers through his hair, picking out stray bits of grass and leaves.
“Liz,” I squeaked out, not believing what I’d just seen.
“So …,” he said as he began to walk around me, his movements slow and measured, almost predatory. “How are you feeling? Any aches, any pains … anything broken?”
“No,” I said. I whirled around to face him. “I hit you with my car! You should be dead or something!” My mind couldn’t make sense of it. His clothing was torn but there wasn’t a mark on him. There should be scrapes, torn skin, or worse. There was no blood. Oh God. Was I in one of my freaky dreams or had I fallen asleep at the wheel?
I began to wobble on my feet. “Oh God …Oh God …”
“No, just me … Stephen,” he said with an angelic smile.
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“Liz,” I squeaked out, not believing what I’d just seen.
“So …,” he said as he began to walk around me, his movements slow and measured, almost predatory. “How are you feeling? Any aches, any pains … anything broken?”
“No,” I said. I whirled around to face him. “I hit you with my car! You should be dead or something!” My mind couldn’t make sense of it. His clothing was torn but there wasn’t a mark on him. There should be scrapes, torn skin, or worse. There was no blood. Oh God. Was I in one of my freaky dreams or had I fallen asleep at the wheel?
I began to wobble on my feet. “Oh God …Oh God …”
“No, just me … Stephen,” he said with an angelic smile.
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