Drabbles - Where?
It seemed to be underground. It wasn’t clear, of course. In a rare show of trust, I had allowed myself to be blindfolded, and was, as best as I could tell, in a chair somewhere. Tied up. Sightless.
I muttered to myself, offhandedly, “How am I supposed to learn anything without a teacher?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that, dear,” came a lilting, flowery voice. “I’m here. With you. Promise.”
I almost snarled. “And where would that be, Giovina?”
A small, eerie sounding chuckle cascaded from all around me. “It doesn’t matter. Fear is everywhere. It starts within, then comes out.”
I muttered to myself, offhandedly, “How am I supposed to learn anything without a teacher?”
“I wouldn’t worry about that, dear,” came a lilting, flowery voice. “I’m here. With you. Promise.”
I almost snarled. “And where would that be, Giovina?”
A small, eerie sounding chuckle cascaded from all around me. “It doesn’t matter. Fear is everywhere. It starts within, then comes out.”