“Taran. I’m afraid of love.” I felt her hand tremble in mine. “I’m afraid of you.”
We walked to the lake. “There’s a statue in the cave. Of the monsters on the surface. Of a little girl controlling them.”
Alice nodded. “Jessica.”
“So they teach.”
“What do you mean?”
I looked across the lake. “I’m no longer in the caves. I’m on the surface.”
She leaned into me, drew my arm around her waist. “Taran. What are you afraid of?”
What was I afraid of? I didn’t know. I’d never thought about it. I’d never asked myself. I’d always tried to follow what I thought were the rules of life. The way I thought was right.
“Everything’s a lie.”
“No. It’s not.” Her fingers brushed my cheek. “It’s just bigger than you knew.”
“I’m afraid of me. Alice.” I closed my eyes. “I don’t know who I am.”
This is part 29 in the continuing story I’m working on for Angela Goff’s Visual Dare. Please read the other entries in this week’s Visual Dare challenge.(And yes. I know I’m days late getting this one written and posted.)
The entire story, from part 29 to part 1, is located here.