Tales of Wesley - Part 3

"Can you remember me, Wesley?" The lady asked with the worst premonition; though I might call it "speech", but her mouth did not move. I mean, how would it move when she has no mouth in the first place? Now Wesley became more scared, and thought within himself; "am I dreaming, or is this reality?", "with which mouth has this lady been speaking all these while?" And right at the spot, the lady spoke again... I can hear your thoughts, Wesley. Now Wesley is almost blacked out with fear, and he began to shake like a reed blown by the harmattan wind.

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What affixed Wesley's legs to the ground that he could not move was still a mystery. And in a trembling voice, he hustled up some borrowed courage and asked her a question in a stammering tone; "erm.. younnnng ladddy, whattt is your nammme?"

Surprisingly, she mentioned a name that sounded like "Jenna". Wooh!! This name sounds familiar.. Wesley remembered that his twin sister, which died at infancy, had the name Jennifer, but was fondly called "Jenna". Now Wesley's mind began to wander here and there.

Wesley started putting two and two together: Firstly, how did this lady know my name? Secondly, why has she not hurt me? Thirdly, why has she decided to hide her face? (if I would call that flat surface; "face"). All these stunned Wesley like someone that was hit with a jinx hand.

Right in the middle of Wesley's wild thoughts, Jenna spoke again; "Wesley, I have a message for you"... Now she sounded more like a female than a male, and the voice had the pitch of Wesley's mum. Holy shit!! "Could this be my twin sister?" - Wesley thought within himself. Tears flowed down his chin and he look straight to the lady and asked firmly; "are you really Jenna?"

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