Ja

Written by: Collette Cottingham

 

Dust sprayed off the shelves, how can this be, I just dusted yesterday. The bell to the front door chimed.

“How may I help you sir?”

He squeezed her face with one hand, pressing her cheeks in. “How dare you speak to me in such a tone. You almost cost us everything!”

Ja pushed his hand away, “I didn’t, it all worked out.”

He erupted, “For now, there are recordings everywhere, everything is recorded!”

“I know! That is why we control the recordings. We know what we are doing, so relax.”

“How dare you tell me to relax!”

Ja clicked her fingers and silenced him. He was a man with an explosive temper. A man who believed he was always right. An excellent debater.

She wasn’t a good debater. She had problems keeping up with her thoughts. She stared at his ridged features. How many times had they had this conversation? She was tired. Ja turned and walked away.

Ja stepped outside into the cool air. She could taste the first frost of the second season. The second season was her favorite. It brought the most snowfall. There was a peace in the sky. A peace filled with the power of knowing. This knowing is what kept her from worrying. She was on the right path. All was sacred and good.

Ja clicked her fingers. He was now restored. He would be erupting to an empty room. Ja was long gone.