James

I give to you the latest snippet in the Reincarnated (click the link for previous entries) story in eleventy-one words...

Charlotte seemed to reconsider saying anything, then settled on a grimace.

Olivia, annoyed at the reaction – though unconvinced that Charlotte would provide any suggestion of value – rolled her eyes and plunked back into her chair.

Charlotte sighed.

‘Oh my God, just say it. I’m not expecting much. Just…’

‘James,’ Charlotte blurted.

‘James who? Wait, James? As in the kid who…’

‘Yeah,’ Charlotte winced as if anticipating an imminent attack.

‘Runs around like a lunatic and tries to punch girls?’ finished Olivia. The thought processed a moment more. ‘Wait, how would you know?’

Charlotte hoped – but knew it impossible that – Olivia wouldn’t arrive at that question so quickly.

‘How do you know?’

Realistic

I give to you the latest snippet in the Reincarnated (click the link for previous entries) story in eleventy-one words...

‘Umm, okay…’ Charlotte replied skeptically.

‘What?!’ Olivia snapped.

Charlotte shrunk back into her chair. ‘I don’t know. I was just… It seems… Are you being realistic?’

Olivia backed off. ‘I don’t know. But I can’t stay here. I can’t take another ten years of this.’

Charlotte remained quiet, thoughtful.

‘Oh my God! It’s a freaking worldwide phenomenon. And my bitch of a mother won’t even acknowledge it.’

‘Sorry.’

‘Not your fault.’

‘What are you going to do?’

‘No idea.’

Charlotte stared past her, thinking.

‘What are you looking at?’

‘Hmm… Do you still want to find your kids?’ she asked.

‘I guess. Why?’

‘I may know someone who can help.’

‘Who?’

Forbidden

I give to you the latest snippet picking up from Olivia in eleventy-one words...

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‘What were you talking about?’ Olivia’s mother interrogated.

‘Nothing important,’ Olivia answered airily.

‘It sounded important.’

‘It wasn’t.’

‘Nothing about reincarnation?’

‘That’s a forbidden topic, mother,’ her words dripped with sarcasm.

‘Hasn’t stopped you in the past.’

‘Well, I guess I’ve learned my lesson.’

‘I don’t appreciate your tone.’

‘Right back atcha, mother.’

‘So… you won’t be going to Charlotte’s tonight.’

Olivia forgot her current self momentarily, ‘I’m a grown-ass woman, bitch.’

Her mother smirked. ‘No, you’re not.’ At that, she returned to the house.

‘Wow,’ Charlotte exclaimed, ‘Are you okay?’

‘Perfect,’ she answered through gritted teeth.

‘Really?’

‘I’m going to find them.’

‘What? Who?’

‘I’m going to find my kids.’