Sophia was a wonderful distraction from my ghost problem.
It started with a chance encounter at a masquerade party, where we spent most of the evening talking outside.
I gave her my phone number and asked her if I could take her to the Spring Festival.
A week later, we met at the park.
We spent the entire day at the Spring festival.
Having her in my arms felt so right…
“I really enjoy your company” I said to her.
She blushed a little. “I enjoy your company too.”
I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her any longer.
“Please don’t get mad at me…” I said.
“For kissing you.”
She looked shocked, then a smile spread across her face.
“I hope to have you kiss me again later.”
“I think I would be happy to.”
We danced to one more song, she twirled gracefully in my arms.
“Can you walk me back to the bakery please?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
My parents happened to be at the festival, and I was going to tell them I was going, but they seemed to be lost in their own moment.
Sophia and I walked back to the shop.
“The bakery is doing very well.” Sophia said, sadly.
“Why do you sound upset about that?” I asked.
“Because, that means it is time for me to go home.”
“You don’t have to go….”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You could stay here with me.”
“That is very kind of you, but I can’t. I love my country, and miss her very much. I have family there, and a father that I will have to take care of.”
I tried to hide my extreme disappointment.
“How much longer do I have to change your mind?” I asked.
She looked at the ground…”My flight leaves tomorrow…”
“Then I better give you that kiss tonight.” I said as I embraced her.
I pulled her close and kissed her…kissed her like I would never see her again.
She had a tear in her eye as she pulled away.
“Good bye, Yanni…thank you for such a wonderful time.”
“The pleasure was all mine Sophia…”
I started to walk back to my house.
My head was spinning.
Then my phone rang.
These ghosts have the worst timing ever.
In fact, I really wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone…
I sighed and told the customer I would be right there, since it was actually on my way home.
I got to the house to find a very rude ghost.
“Sorry Buddy,” I said. “I’m just not in the mood for games tonight.”
My work was done, and I walked the rest of the way home.
Mom was painting out in the Gazebo.
I went and sat on the bench.
She put down her brushes and sat with me.
“What’s the matter sweetheart?” she said lovingly.
“I had the perfect woman in my arms tonight…”, I started.
I told her everything.
When I finished telling her about Sophia I started telling her about how the ghosts were getting stronger.
She listened carefully.
When I was finished she said, “The problem with Sophia will work itself out, if she is the one for you. I know this for a fact. I know your heart hurts, but right now this ghost issue is your first priority.”
“Yes…it is weighing heavy on me. I can’t just keep going around sucking up ghosts, I need to find out why they are here.”
“Sounds like you have some research to do.” She chuckled.
“Thank you for listening to me.”
“No problem, that’s what I’m here for.Now, this old lady has to go to sleep. Good night.”
“Good night Mom. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
The next morning I rushed to the boat ramp to see Sophia leave, but the boat had already left.
Over the next few weeks, I spent most of my days in the library and online searching for…anything…something…
I was about to give up when I found a lead.
There was a book hidden somewhere in Al Simhara, Egypt.
I photo-copied the page from the book and headed home.
After telling Mom and Dad about what I had found, I began making arrangements.
I packed my suitcase, kissed my parents and told them good-bye.
I was going to Egypt….
August 31, 2014 at 2:41 AM
Poor Yanni, It’s sad that Sophia had to leave – hopefully they can meet up again down the track!
September 8, 2014 at 10:42 AM