Think about all the trips you’ve ever taken. Provided they weren’t solo expeditions, I’m sure you’ve dealt with a jerk who needed to make the trip miserable. It seems to be one of those inevitable rules of life: you will have to deal with someone who wants to ruin everyone’s experience. The flip side of that rule is one of discipline. If you’re willing to reign in your frustration, you can still find pleasure in the journey.
Keeping those facts in mind, I turned to my attention to Lucas and his menagerie of shades. Fortunately, I’ve already colored one of his ghosts to be the troublemaker.
Come, sit down and allow me to give you a mini-escape and kindle your imagination.
An ethereal shimmer wrapped around Lucas’s arm as a hoarse voice shattered the silence. “Why are we hiking through these mountains?”
“Ricky, Lucas has dragged us on trips for you,” Samantha said, as her rosy forehead bulged from Lucas’s skin. When her eyes emerged from the tattoo, her hand shot out, snatching the wriggling bluish figure. “Must you complain when Lucas assists anyone other than you?”
Haughty laughter flared as Ricky drifted out of her grasp and perched upon Lucas’s shoulder.
With a groan, Lucas grabbed Samantha’s wrist and pulled it away from the obnoxious shade. “Samantha, you’ve been here long enough to know Ricky is a cantankerous fellow who’s only happy when everyone’s miserable.”
She yanked her hand from Lucas’s grip and spun around.
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