Dark Night of the Soul by E.M. Havens

Author:E.M. Havens [Havens, E.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: E.M. Havens
Published: 2013-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

After breakfast I tried to convince Shin to go clothes shopping with me, but she refused and washed her Samurai clothes in the shower, dressing in them after they dried. Neala let me pick out some clothes for her though. She looked awkward in the jeans and tee at first, but she liked it. I wore the same. Actually, everyone wore jeans and a t-shirt of some sort except Shin and Prince.

Marsh was true to his word. We did have fun. Even Shin started to lighten up a little. Prince just looked on though. We spent most of the day trying to teach the others to ride bikes down the aisles. Finally, we gave up and had scooter races instead. Of course Marsh upped the game after lunch when he came back with beer. Since I was the only one underage I had to referee the drunken tricycle races and hula-hoop contests. By evening, everyone was in good spirits and went to bed exhausted. My stomach muscles felt like they did after the Presidential Fitness Assessment from laughing so hard.

I slept well for the first time in a long time and woke to the smell of pancakes. Wrapping my blanket around me against the arctic air-conditioning, I followed the scent to the break room and found Marsh preparing breakfast.

“Morning,” I croaked and plopped into a chair. My voice didn’t want to work from all the laughing yesterday.

“Morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I blushed, and I was pretty sure he blushed too before turning back to the electric griddle.

“I didn’t know you could cook,” I said, changing the topic.

“My mom made sure I could take care of myself.” He punctuated with a sad smile, and I left it alone. I would have liked to know more about his parents. “What do you want to do today?” he continued.

“Whatever.” I shrugged.

“I was thinking tonight we could watch some movies. There doesn’t seem to be anything past 2003. Any recommendations?”

“Definitely Spiderman. Nothing past 2003, eh?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Well, if there was stuff from the future…my future, when I go back I could invest, or place bets or something and become rich. Hey, you could tell me some things.”

I slung off my blanket and went to stand next to him. He had set up a juicer with a large bowl of oranges beside it so I started peeling, the sharp citrus smell tickling my nose.

“I don’t think you remember this when you go back.” He swung his pancake flipper over his head to indicate everything.

“Why not?”

“Well, if everyone who ever came here remembered, then I think exactly what you propose would happen. But there just isn’t any indication of suicidal people snapping out of depression with sudden insights on technology, investments or sporting events.”

“How do you know that’s not how the caveman invented the wheel?”

I bumped him with my hip for emphasis, and he bumped me back a little harder. He flipped a pancake high into the air and caught it on the plate of finished ones. Turning to me, he waggled his eyebrows.

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