Teaser Thursday- The Harvest Dance

This short story was originally published as a freebie to go along with my Reality Shift series. It’s now available in PDF format on my Free Reads page.

I didn’t want to go to the dance.

I’d probably said those words two dozen times that Friday. Most of those had been to myself or my guides, the beings who worked with me and spoke to me mind to mind, or mind to consciousness as one of them had described it. The only human I’d complained to was Jonah, who’d probably become pretty tired of hearing me whine after listening to me for days.

The Harvest Dance was scheduled for that night, the second Friday in November, same as always. It was our school’s substitute for Homecoming, the second biggest deal of the school year other than prom. All day I’d had to listen to people bragging about what they were going to wear or who they were going with. They all seemed really excited.

I wasn’t excited and neither was Jonah. I didn’t want to go. He didn’t plan to go.

By the time my last class ended, my eyes didn’t want to stay open. I kept yawning, and my stomach churned. Just the day before, Jonah and I had done an energy healing session on a woman who’d faked being a channel by pretending a higher being spoke through her. I’d done most of the healing work because she hadn’t wanted Jonah to touch her. That probably explained the exhaustion. The churning stomach came from pure anxiety.

I didn’t want to go to the dance.

When the final bell of the day rang, I trudged to my locker. Jonah stood there, waiting for me like he did every day. My heart and stomach felt a little lighter until I noticed who stood beside him.

Ken Gallant. My former next-door neighbor. Now my date for the Harvest Dance. And my boyfriend. Seeing him, my stomach churned harder than a farmer’s wife making butter. He was the reason for all my anxiety over the past week or more, and part of me wished I dared to break the date.

I walked over to them with a pasted-on smile. “Hey, guys.”

“Hi, Shanna,” Ken said, returning my smile. Jonah smiled at me as well, but didn’t speak. “Do you want a ride home?”

I looked at Jonah, begging him silently to help me find a way out of taking the ride. The last thing I wanted to do was spend extra time with Ken before the dance. I’d be spending hours with him that night. Right then, I wanted to be around Jonah. If anyone could calm me down, he could.

Jonah didn’t always take my hints. He always recognized them. He just ignored them. He wanted me to learn to stand up for myself, and part of that meant speaking up instead of waiting for other people to figure out what I wanted. Most of the time, he acted like he had no clue what I was thinking, despite his apparent ability to read my mind sometimes.

This time, something in the way I looked at him must have tipped him off that I really didn’t know how to handle this on my own. “I hoped Shanna would walk with me,” he said. “We needed to talk about something.”

He wasn’t lying. I really needed to talk to him about all the fears I had concerning the dance. Knowing Jonah, he’d known that without being told. Of course, all my complaining that I didn’t want to go to the dance had probably been a big clue.