Lavender Nights — Chapter Two

SASHA

The night turned to morning for a millisecond as I turned to the tepid voice, a voice I did not know I was desperate to hear until that second, that hour, that day. A voice so solitary and voraciously in need- in need of something warm, something cocooned. I did not think any part of this night could ease the hecticness and nerves that abhorred my body up until she spoke. I think it was partly because I did not know what to do with her, where to take her, and mostly where to take myself when it was all done and dusted.

“I… it was just too hot in here, pardon my abruptness but you stumbled into my car, and I have no idea who you are or what happened to you … just … please would you care to give me some answers so I can help you in some way”.

By now we had reached the road turning into my driveway and the thought of an odd yet possibly abused woman entering my home disturbed me profoundly. With greatest resist I pulled up to my driveway, turned off the car and the soothing rumble of the engine came to a halt. For the third time that night we were met with another form of silence. Tired and fed up, I turned to her as she did to me — and I was met with fortitude, the look of blankness had surpassed and in turn an intense resolve filled the tension in the car.