[Written Jan/1983]

Danny glanced at his watch. A half an hour late? Ten minutes more, he thought impatiently. If she didn't turn up by then, he'd have to leave. He absently watched an attractive girl walking as if casually in his direction, and as she came closer he realized that she was Mickmi. That normal clothes could make such a difference, yet she was just as mysterious as ever. She was wearing black slacks and a red sleeveless blouse, with a small bag on her shoulder. And sandals. But her eyes were just the same—cold green.

"I do apologize for being late," she said in her cool way when he looked up. "I had to get some more appropriate clothing."

"Couldn't you have done that yesterday? You had plenty of time."

"Nay. I had things more important to attend to first. It had to wait. Are you ready to leave?"

Danny nodded. "Sit behind me," he said.

Soon they were gone, heading toward the town in a neck-breaking spurt of speed. Mickmi laid her arms lightly around his waist for support and that made Danny nervous. Suddenly he was in fact scared of the girl behind him and he did his best to keep it concealed. But then, when they were waiting for a light to change, she asked with her smooth voice, "Are you afraid of me, Danny?"

He cursed under his breath. Why did she have to sit so close behind him? "No," he lied with an ease that could have fooled anyone. "Why should I? It's just that it's the first time I've driven with someone behind me."

"Is that so?" He could feel how she was looking at him carefully. "Nay. Why are you lying?"

Danny didn't answer. He couldn't find any answer. She must be able to read minds, he thought irritably.

[Written 14/Aug/1983]

A quarter hour later, Danny parked his Suzuki outside a fenced-in, sky-roofed garage. They went inside. It was a rather disorderly sight, parts of different vehicles spread all over the yard, some had been in an accident, others were repaired or being repaired and reducoed [A/N: I can't find where this word is in the dictionary to find the correct spelling, but it means 'repainted' with vehicle paint.]. There were several motorbikes, and Danny and Mickmi walked around and looked at them.

A young chap, about 20, came up to them. "You want something?"

"Well," Danny answered, "she just wants to have a look-around at the moterbikes. She might buy one."

"Oh, well. Okay. You can tell me when she's made up her mind. They're all in good condition. That is, those which are over there," he said, indicating with his chin. "I'll be around." Then he added with a wink, "Your girlfriend?"

Danny glanced at Mickmi who didn't pay them any attention and nodded. The chap left them to themselves and continued his work. Danny joined Mickmi. She had stopped at a Chopper with short pull-back handles and a slightly bumpy frame.

"Is that the one you want?" he asked.

"Aye. T'is what I am in need of."

"Good. Let me call the—"

"Nay!" Mickmi said sharply, gripping his arm. "You stay here and be quiet."

"Wha—?"

Mickmi took a small box out of her bag and started to fiddle with it. It resembled a camera.

"What are you going to do?" Danny asked curiously. "Take pictures or something?"

The girl gave him a quick, cold glance. "See to that no one is walking or looking in this direction," she commanded. "This is not for eyes to see."

"Eh?" Danny looked disbelievingly at her. "What did you say?"

"I said...," she took a deep breath. "Okay. Is anyone looking or coming in this direction?"

"No."

"Well, tell me when someone is."

Danny stood on watch and didn't see what happened behind his back. Even if he did, he wouldn't have believed his eyes. About a minute later, Mickmi started to walk away and said at the same time, "Come now. Nothing has happened. Okay?"

"Happened? So what has happened? Have you done something?"

"Aye."

"What?" 

As Mickmi did not reply, he turned to have a look at the motorbike again. His eyes almost popped out of their sockets when he sae that is was gone!

Mickmi took him by his arm and pulled him along with her. "Pull your eyes back in, will you?" she hissed between her teeth. "Do not show nothing."

∞

"I just can't understand what she did!"

Danny and Gina were sitting in the hammock in the backgarden, sipping lemonade. The sun shone brightly overhead.

A/N: Sorry friend, this is all I have found so far of my old story. There's supposed to be a bit more. If I find it, I'll add it. 

If you've read this far, congrats! I really appreciate you taking the time to do so. :-) But I hope you've enjoyed this taste of where #ShadowOfThePastTrilogy ∞ The Displaced started from. One thing I'd like you to take away from this read is, wherever you are in your own writing, don't give up! Keep working on your craft, it will improve with time, I promise, the more you read, learn and practice!