How Daniel Became Fearless - 1

by Slave Prince

One hour passed. His eyes were still on. Mind lost in the wind. He needed me. Now.


Wait. I couldn’t show up like this. No human wanted to see a floating smoke. So I entered Leona Cakes & Pastries. Workers there were hospitable and they let me use the CR for free even though I didn’t buy anything, or maybe they let me in because they couldn’t see me.


In my head: “To Jenny Glory.”


Then I became an ugly eighteen-year-old lady with five moles on the face and heavy fats in both legs. I helped Jenny Glory four days ago with her physical problems. I didn’t magically turned her to an attractive lady. No, I couldn’t do that. What I did was giving her heart the peace and wisdom that made her comfortable for being herself.


Anyway, Daniel Rock, the man sitting alone outside, would be angry if I show up, he was not expecting me, or me as Jenny Glory. But it’s part of the healing process. Again, he was not expecting Jenny Glory.


The workers saw me got out of the CR.


“I’m sorry, Miss,” said the lady in green apron, behind the counter. “But you have to buy at least one product to use the CR. Okay, not for now. Next time, read that sign on the door. Thank you and come again.”


As I walked to the door, I heard her whisper to the other lady: “Girl, I’m so lucky I was born pretty. I don’t need to suffer much. Look at her. Such an ug--”


She stopped when I looked back and stared at her. I glanced at the clock behind her. It’s eleven-thirty. I said to her, hands on my waist: “Girl, I’m so lucky I was born ugly. Because I don’t have to die so early. When that clock behind you hits twelve, you will die. Meet you in hell!”


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