Black ink words levitated as bright sunlight reflected off the white pages of the journal. The sun-warmed sheets attracted winged insects, and they landed on the floating script pushing it back into place. Segmented bodies shimmered in the sunbeams; delicate wings fluttered and carried the tiny flies off with the breeze. The text hovered once more as the bugs lifted. I squeezed my eyelids shut over burning and blurry eyes and shook the illusion away.
Distant melodies drifted through the air and mixed with the occasional buzz and the murmur of voices. But I paid no attention to any distraction. My focus was on the writings as each paragraph entered my pupils and imprinted in my memory. The diary held secrets, truths, and mysteries, and my stomach rolled with every turn of the page.
Shaun
