22nd Piece

This is the 20th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.


I walk toward the desk as calmly as I can hoping, that whoever this is doesn’t hear my heart beating a mile a minute. “Do you know why you are here?” His voice booming, “No, actually I don’t. But I bet you’re going to tell me,” I say loudly so my voice doesn’t shake. The man walks into the light. He was tall and had dark hair with gray streaks that frames his face, but the thing that intrigues me the most would be the scar. That same kind of scar was on that other man I spoke to, and Eric. His scar comes from the middle of his lip, crawling down his neck and into his shirt. I stare into his eyes which are a pale blue and show no emotion. His thin dry lips struggle to form a smile as he says, “You are quite right, quite right indeed, I am going to tell you why.” I note that he has a slight accent, either from Britain or Australia. “There is a ball that you will be attending this evening, you will have to wear a gown to this event but may bring any jewelry you desire.” I look to my left hand that is still inexplicably clutching the ear thing. “Including that horrid thing,” I instinctively try to hide it in my hands before saying with disgust, “I really have to wear a dress?” He ‘smiles’ again but the amusement still doesn’t reach his eyes. “Yes,” I groan as he turns to Eric. I notice the guard skirt out of the man’s sight. “And you a tuxedo,” He states. I see Eric wince at the thought. We never wear clothes like that, because we hate them. They are the most restricting clothes they can put us in, well the ‘gown’ anyway. I decide to put the earpiece on to free my hands and hear a muffle. “Audra? Are you there?” I don’t know what to do so I stand there frozen, hand still touching my ear, and whisper, “Yes.”