Evelyn Klebert

In The City That Care Forgot

In It’s City of the Dead

She watched from a distant vantage point as he approached one of the stone benches in the park.  He sat there waiting and it chilled her. It was inconceivable in some ways, the thought of opening this particular door again.

The hallways felt cold, even in the spring and spring in New Orleans more often that not was like summer everywhere else.  But the long hallways of the Ecole Issoire private school were always cold, and on reflection she thought perhaps that was to keep its enrollees  uncomfortable and slightly intimidated.

She remembered that moment, one of those odd moments when reality seemed to shift, when the world that one can easily see becomes something different; of course not because it is different but because you see it differently.

But of course her father had always said, “Some of the most dangerous people dress themselves up in the clothes of benevolence. That is their secret weapon.”

The angel, cold marble angel, lay before her bent over in prostrate grief. The familiar hum began to reverberate in her ears, almost like a buzzing but at an elemental level, in her skin, across her forehead, circling her throat.  Familiar, but frightening now - then she had no idea but now she knew. She knew precisely what it meant and where it could lead. Her eyes began to tear from the acidic smell in the air. She forced them to stay open, painfully watching as the white head of the marble angel raised off its pedestal, staring into her tortured eyes with flat white orbs. 

There were things to remember here. Who she was? Where she came from, and why and why again. But it all fell away as she slipped her delicate pale hands through tall, black iron bars and peered closely at the cold marble face staring back at her from the darkness.

The beginning felt like only visions, personal visions meant for some sort of self-illumination or at least that was what Corey initially believed. Life was kind in that respect, not allowing you to see far enough ahead to comprehend the peril that was approaching.  Otherwise you would never take another step forward.

Some love stories are memorable,
Some are endearing,
and some shift the course of reality.

In New Orleans,
the City that Care Forgot,
in it’s City of the Dead,
a love story unfolds;
tearing across time,
across realities,
across the essence of human existence.
Two lovers battle fate back to each other
against a paranormal backdrop
and through a torturous past
- to a place of truth -
of Sanctuary.

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