• Vol. 03
  • Chapter 07

The Genie out of the Bottle

He took the shape of a cloud and hovered over her head. Her veiled face struggled to hide blank features. I wanted to drag her to my body, to feel her substance and know that she still lived. The cloud changed shape, cumulus arms emerged, gathering her essence, pulling it through the top of her head. Before I blinked a puddle of clothing lay in front of me; a royal blue swirl rippled with red and lavender. The sleeves remained folded as though her hands still clutched each other. On top lay the veil and the mirage of blinking eyes.