“Your mother was a daredevil” was how Seymour introduced
William to the story of his parents.
When Neo and Mandisa first arrived at Bluegate they were
completely out of their element. Neo quickly connected with some of the local
dragonflies but the wild stories of adventurous migrations segregated them both from the others. Neo was a great storyteller, much like Tom,
but it was hard to believe that a mere dragonfly could make of such fantastic
journey. Just their own adventure to the pond stirred disbelief among the
Bluegate community…
Neo and Mandisa both remained motionless among the shipment
of bananas when the blast of light cut through the darkness of the crate. They had
been imprisoned for two days. The air was different in this new environment. Neo flicked his
wings and was the first to emerge. There was a lot of hustle and bustle in this
shiny metallic milieu where a whole new breed of slow-movers populated the
space. Cautiously, Mandisa followed Neo’s lead. Flashes of light gleaned off
the shiny triangles wielded by the slow-movers as large vividly colourful
shapes were transformed into little multi-coloured squares. The broader
surroundings of the room were similar to the packing shed where Mandisa and Neo
had raced a few days back. But the atmosphere was thick. Neo noticed the light
at the one side of the room and the current of air that flowed in from that
direction aerating the room ever so slightly.
“Follow me” he said.
Neo and Mandisa darted through the reflective room until they breached
the threshold into the sunlight. They were face to face with a brick wall
that dripped with foliage.
Neo darted toward the sky and hovered above Mandisa.
Nothing but greenery and what seemed like multiple packing sheds. Where had
they ended up?
