Zander got lost in the depth of Maya’s eyes; his heart betrayed his feelings and his belly danced to the tune of the butterflies swirling in its depths, composing a symphony that invited his being to the pull of Maya’s magnetism. He moved of his own volition as though by magic going towards Maya but before he could go further, the magic of the moment was broken by a little boy that came running towards them. On his hands, he held a brown parchment that he put in Zander’s hands and left as hurriedly as he had appeared.
Zander tried to stop him but he did not look back rather he kept running towards a woman who was covered from head to toe in black. When he reached her, the woman took the boy’s arm and disappeared in a cloud of violet fumes.
“What did he give you?”
Zander was brought ba
