A Daily Visit:
Helen opened her eyes with a jolt. Across from her sat Master Ao, the ancient green dragon that liked to meditate all day in the shape of an elderly Chinese man. She wanted to ask a question, but she felt, if she did, she would be answered with a lash from the willow branch never far from Master Ao’s right hand.
Helena wasn’t attired in the Western clothing she usually found herself in when traveling to the land of the immortals. Hands rested in her lap covered by dove-gray short trousers. Her eyes wandered toward the matching top. The rough material scratched her delicate skin, but she didn’t find the sensation unpleasant.
“Ask, woman, or I will never get any peace in this life.” The deepening wrinkles between his eyes the only tell of his feelings.
“Why do I keep comin
