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The Rites of Passages

Saturday, March 11, 2006
From "You've Been Warned!!!" by Marilyn Winfield



Lightning ripped through the sky coupled with the monstrous pealing of thunder, turning Sandy's stomach twice-over. She knew it would be the last time to contact the sage. The last opportunity. Everything was riding on this. With renewed efforts, she wiped her hands dry on her jeans, closing her eyes again and humming rhythmically with the patterns of her own breathing. In and out. Harmony. Awaking the sage. Bringing her back.

The office room on the 18th floor was completely dark, 'cept the bright spotlights of lightning tearing through the windows every other third breath. The wind rattled the building, making it sway back and forth like a palm tree. Sandy could feel the sage's presence become thicker and stronger. She could sense the sage filling the room. She could feel the hair on her neck rise. Her heart was pounding, though she attempted to temper it. It was nearly two o'clock. The sage would enter soon.
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