Journey by Sheryl: Epilogue

Title: Journey
Chapter: Chapter 1, Epilogue
Author: Sheryl
Rating: PG-13
Excerpt: “Taylor, seeing the new guitar case in his brother’s hand, raced up to him, not noticing Zac hanging back slightly.
“Let’s see it Ike, hurry up!”
Isaac chuckled. “Damp down, will ya? It’s not like you’ve never seen a guitar before.”
“Oh, shut up, this is the first custom guitar any of us have ever owned and I want to see it, so open it up!”
Zac stepped forward, eyes shining. “Yeah, c’mon Ike, open it up.”
He felt vaguely uneasy, but he wasn’t sure why.
Something about the sight of his brother walking in, sun behind him showing him in silhouette, with the guitar. Chills up his back. It just looked creepy to him.

Epilogue

Isaac slammed into the room, shouting excitedly.
“Hey, I’m back! Come get a look at this!”
His brothers Taylor, and Zac ran in quickly. They’d been waiting for him.
Taylor, seeing the new guitar case in his brother’s hand, raced up to him, not noticing Zac hanging back slightly.
“Let’s see it Ike, hurry up!”
Isaac chuckled. “Damp down, will ya? It’s not like you’ve never seen a guitar before.”
“Oh, shut up, this is the first custom guitar any of us have ever owned and I want to see it, so open it up!”
Zac stepped forward, eyes shining. “Yeah, c’mon Ike, open it up.”
He felt vaguely uneasy, but he wasn’t sure why.
Something about the sight of his brother walking in, sun behind him showing him in silhouette, with the guitar. Chills up his back. It just looked creepy to him. Faint images of blood and screaming had drifted through his mind, and he laughed to himself. “I watch way too many horror movies.”
Grinning, he reached out to touch the beautiful instrument, fingers stroking the finish.
“Oh…” he breathed the words. “Ike, it’s beautiful.”
He looked up at his brother, who’s face glowed. “Yeah Zac, it is.”
Taylor’s voice was just as hushed, quiet, and Zac was suddenly more than slightly uneasy. He was downright scared. He didn’t know why, but he felt his heart speeding up.
Too quiet. Taylor was too quiet.
Isaac smiled down at him. “You okay, bud?”
Zac nodded, and shrugged. “Goose on my grave or something. Come on, plug it in and play it, Ike.”
Ike nodded, and lifted the instrument from the case.
“Now that…” His voice was awed, “Is an axe.”
Zac’s head shot up, and for just a moment, his eyes filled with darkness, the smell of blood, the sound of screams.
“Ike!!” His voice was a shout, and he reached out for Taylor’s hand, clutching it tightly.
“What? What is it Zac, what’s wrong?”
Zac looked at him, voice tight, eyes more serious and intense then they’d ever been in his life. “Ike, don’t ever, ever call it that again.”

The End

This fictional story is hosted at The Gifted Ones,
with permission from the author, Sheryl.

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