Home Again

[Tony Soloyov]

21? He had forgotten if he had known she was that young. Like everything about the woman, it hard to say. Looking at her smirking face he could see the youthful mischief of a young girl.

And then she would pull a strange question from the air acting for all the world a woman twice her age.

"'Special', eh? I can't remember."
It was sadly the truth. His body was not the only thing affected by whatever had screwed him up. Some things he recalled with perfect clarity, others were simply gone, or cut short like a knife had cut through a section of his memory.

"Is this your clairvoyance shit talking?"
It wasn't an insult, he just had no idea what on earth it was. He'd not heard of that kind of power. Or perhaps he had, and just forgot. "There are a lot of things I care about, but I can't remember ever falling in love."


Reminded of her youth just moments before, Tony smiled softly. "What about you? A young love, perfect and timeless, who rode in on a white horse like a prince and swept your heart away!"
His eyes twinkled. For some reason, he doubted Claire was the type, but he had seen stranger things.