The Return

Icefyre
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Profaniti crested the hill. Her jetpack blazing against the vivid blue sky. She touched down, her feet crunching against the green grass, bending blades down over the stony soil. She took a few more steps forward and then she saw the totem pole. It grew out of the ground as if part of it, colourful and bold. Huge painted eyes looked down on her as she reached the wigwam.

Before the totem pole sat a man with red hair floating down his back. He was dressed in black and sat cross legged.

Profaniti crept up behind him and leaned over his shoulder. A gentle smile grew on the man's pale face. She kissed him sweetly on the cheek. The smile grew even broader.

"Profaniti," he whispered.
"Ramalam," She replied and walked around to face him.
"Have you abandoned your quest?" She asked.
"No," Ram replied opening his eyes. They were as black as the night sky but she could tell he was focused on her. "I am merely resting here a while."
"You have been resting a long time Ram," She said, almost concerned, "Will you ever reach the places you said you would?"
"Someday I will, but without ceremony now I think," Ram looked up and the sky, the sun beating down on his pale skin.
"You haven't written in your blog," Profaniti said.
"No," Ramalam replied, "I'm not sure I will again."
"Isn't that one of your rules though?" Profaniti asked, "to keep a record?"
"For whom?" Ramalam replied, "I do not think anyone read it."

Blinking for a second Ramalam stood up only to find that Profaniti had disappeared. He looked about in vain but could not find her. Perhaps she had not been there at all and he had been speaking to himself.