Bryan Berry

Pilgrimage for Ecstasy Bryan Berry

I put in my time at work, which dramatically flew by for a change, then picked up Sharon and went down to the airport. We sat around for about an hour before her sister finally showed up. For some reason, I felt obligated to carry her sisters luggage, all three pieces of it, out to the car. I followed them out to the parking lot as they spent frantic moments greeting each other all the way out there. I didnt know or care what they were talking about, I was already working on an excuse to get away from them, expecting that they were going to do that all night. I opened the trunk and was in the process of loading the luggage when Sharon realized she had failed to introduce me to her sister. Oh, where are my manners? She asked herself, embarrassed. Bryan, this is my younger sister, Angelica, this is Bryan. I closed the trunk, then turned to face her and said hi. The word echoed silently off the inside of my mind. I was struck dead in my tracks, mesmerized and taken under the control of some invisible power. She had beautiful eyes, darker and deeper than Sharons and brunette hair, like Sharons. But it was her eyes that started the trouble.