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“Be careful when you cast out your demons that you don’t throw away the best of yourself.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
“A couple hours?” Mom groaned. “Oy! Is there a deli somewhere nearby so we can stop for lunch?” I turned to stare at her like the stark-raving lunatic she was.
“Sorr-ee!” Biscuit intoned. I gaped at the bird in shock. “Don’t you use that tone of voice with him!” For some reason, my mother’s mouth pressed into a thin line, as though she were desperately trying to hold back a laugh. Zayn and I exchanged a long, haunted look before he silently took my hand in his and led all of us to the narrow, matted game trail that ran a few yards away from the edge of the cliffs.
“Then…” The color leached from Lam’s cheeks until his skin was the color of stale matzah. “Then…that means…” Zayn’s nod was a solemn one. “It’s time, Lam.” “Time for what?” my mother called as Biscuit launched onto Zayn’s shoulder. As if on cue, the cerulean-blue sun crested the cliffs, illuminating Zayn and his resplendent firebird from behind. Biscuit casually shook out his wings, sending out a fine cloud of sparkles that hung suspended, scintillating like thousands of tiny diamonds, while crepuscular rays streaked from behind Zayn’s head like a crown of light. “The time has finally come,”
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Momentarily abandoning his duties as my devoted bath attendant, he wrapped his arms around me, pinning me to his chest with tender force. “I am yours, Talia Kestenbaum, until the end of time.”
As I turned around to face my bewildered audience, I caught Safir muttering to Zayn behind her hand. “Is her head injury worse than we feared?” To which he replied, “No… If anything, the concussion seems to have subdued her.” An eagle shrieked from above, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t in agreement. But when I looked up, fully intending on yelling something equally impolite, there was nothing there.
