Hunted by the Past
By Jami Gray
Juggling my camera bag while I dug out my cell phone didn’t do much to endear me to my fellow passengers either. Since our flight out of Fairbanks, Alaska, had been delayed, everyone wanted off right now. People were pulling out bags and resetting their various electronic devices. Muted conversations swelled around me while the toddler took advantage of his mother’s inattention to flash me a gap-tooth grin. I wiggled my fingers in return. His grin widened until his mom distracted him with a stuffed toy. I logged my phone’s screen and discovered seven missed calls and two voicemails. Nerves tightened. Numbers scrolled across my incoming call list. The first one held a 619-area code. Coronado, California.
It repeated twice. My stomach lurched, and old anger snarled. I scrolled past it like all the others I’d received in the last few months and found the one I needed. It was listed four times. Damn it! My stomach roiled. I hit the icon to retrieve my voicemails, then tucked the phone between my shoulder and ear. It made pulling my battered backpack from the overhead compartment tricky. Finally getting it free, I settled the strap on my shoulder and could only reclaim my phone. The awkward juggle allowed me to ignore the strange visual dance of adverted glances from my fellow passengers. The burn scars curling under my jaw and dripping like delicate lace down my neck before disappearing under my T-shirt were hard to miss. Hell, even I wasn’t used to them yet. “Cyn? You need to call me as soon as you land.” Frantic and breathless, I almost didn’t recognize Kelsey’s voice. My fingers tightened on my phone. “Look, there’s been a change of plans.
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Biography.
About Jami -The first time I wrote a story was after I came home from watching Star Wars: A New Hope at a drive-in theatre. Deciding Princess Leia was not good enough for Han Solo, I rewrote my part of the storyline. Han was all for me. The tough female thief and wussy Princess Leia could stay with Luke. Years later, when I discovered Leia was Luke’s sister, it killed the story, but others had already sprung up. My females can be intimidating, but the men love them, even if they are a pain. Besides, who has time to wait for some guy to save you when it’s faster to do it yourself? Magic, in all its strange and twisted forms, exists. This means all those fantastical creatures we thought were only fairy tales. They’re accurate, complete with fangs, fur, and claws. I’m an admitted coffee addict, book hoarder, and music junkie. People are not my forte, but escaping to imaginative worlds is. Partly because I grew up on the Arizona-Mexico border as the fifth of what would eventually total 37 children, think adoption, not natural methods, as that would tire out any dedicated couple.
Privacy was something only found in my head. When I grew up, I graduated with a Bachelor’s in Journalism from Arizona State University and a three-tier list of minors, as my interests changed nearly yearly. (Squirrel!) Eventually, I married my techie-geek best friend from high school, then went on to complete a Master’s in Organizational Management to put my OCD tendencies to good use. We decided to inflict more geeks upon the world, and I’m now the very proud mom of two young adult males who shall carry the gamer geek torch high and proud. To round out the gender scales in our family, we incorporated two furry female labs to call our own.
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