by Jerilyn Dufresne
Her skin tingled. Was it the anticipation? Or was there real electricity in the air?
Nina smiled. It didn't matter. She loved the feeling, the knowing that something impossible would be possible tonight. She rubbed her arms, encouraging the tingling to increase.
Her purse sat on the hall table, by the two lamps that were always lit. She reached inside the carryall and found what she needed.
Aiden had said, "Meet me tonight on the road to nowhere." Again, Nina smiled. The road to nowhere was their name for the road leading out of town. No one ever left Midnight Station. People just stayed there, stuck in their own personal mire--jobs, family, tradition, history, as powerful an anchor as any that could be manufactured.
She walked out the door, purse over her shoulder, her hand clutched around the object she'd removed. "I can do this," she muttered.
The air was indeed electric and fueled her excitement. As she approached the meeting place she saw Aiden in the mist near an electric pole.
Nina ran to him and jumped into his arms. "We're leaving," he whispered, "and we're doing it now."
"We don't need to whisper." Nina took a deep breath and yelled, "We're leaving. And we're doing it now."
Neither of them saw the lightning that coursed through the pole into their still-joined bodies.
Nina's passport fluttered from her hand and burned into nothingness--a symbol of Nina and Aiden's unanticipated journey.
[Jer has a boring blog (with occasional flashes of adventure), and a MySpace page to announce her comedy gigs. Yeah, she's a grandma comedian. Wanna make something of it?]