The Oak Knowers
by Wesley Jenkins
Part 2 of 2
“I don’t know how to find someone like this,” says Priscilla, loudly, over the sudden swell of midnight noise.
“I do,” says Renia, strolling confidently to the edge of the pit and kneeling. Silently we join her. It’s not a message she sends, more like a scent, something more primal than emotion. We always know when she is calling us. Only Jamian, still manning the circle’s rim, remains standing. Renia looks up suddenly, straight into my eyes. I’m surprised to see fear on her face, though I know we all feel it, but there is also certainty. “The killer. I can feel him.” (Continue Reading…)