Silence part V of VI

Tabatha strode purposefully down the sidewalk and made a turn off to a small, dilapidated park. She sat on an aging swing suspended by a rusty chain. This was the spot she meditated at, and she needed it now more than ever.

There had to be some way to summon the blue orb, she knew. She had seen it in the daylight before, Friday after school, and she wanted to converse with it now.

Tabatha grasped her locket, and the habitual gesture suddenly seemed important. She opened it. The hinged silver heart contained a picture of Sharon holding her newborn girls, a proud maternal smile on her face and peace in her eyes. Tabatha, the unusually tiny baby on her mother's right, held Kylie's right hand with her left.

"Come to think of it," she thought, "I touch the orb with my left as well." This realization seemed monumental, and she held the locket up in her left hand and shut her eyes.

After several minutes of deep concentration, Tabatha heard a buzzing, and opening her eyes, she saw the orb once again, shining with what Tabatha now saw as a sororal light.

"Kylie," Tabatha whispered. The orb spun as if excited by the sound of Tabatha's voice. "Don't worry, big sister. I'll do whatever you need. He'll listen." The orb spun brighter, and sparked. Each spark that touched Tabatha made her think of Karl. As the orb twisted faster, it disintegrated, until Tabatha could no longer see its afterglow. She lowered her still-extended hand, put on her locket, and swung, knowing the orb wouldn't be back.