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Cameron. Cold and blue.
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 Created on 4-27-08
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Seagulls screeched, wheeling and diving. The wind blew, strong and unrelenting. People walked, ignorant and naïve. Rose screamed, long and piercing.
Rose awoke with a start, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. The recurring nightmare had gotten so bad, as of late, that it had begun haunting even her wakeful moments. Sitting up in bed, Rose reached for water bottle taking long refreshing mouthfuls. Then, pushing the dream to the back of her mind, got up, took a shower and dressed for work.
“Damn! I’m late again,” thought Rose, irritated. Running, she made it just in time for the bus. She smiled her thanks to the driver as she dug around in her bag for a ticket. Sitting on the bus along the 241 route, Rose stared blankly as her thoughts turned inward to her inner turmoil. It had been a year, but even now, she could still picture every detail, remember every second, feel every ounce of excruciating pain. Hopping off the bus she quickly brushed her thoughts aside and readied herself for a new day.
“If only it were that easy,” Rose thought sarcastically when as she walked into the tall office building, the sight of a small child staring curiously out of the window with wide, sparkling eyes, bombarded her with a grief and agony so intense that she buckled at the knees and had to take the nearest seat. Tears pricked her burning eyes as she very slowly, and very unsteadily, got to her feet and walked the short distance to the elevator, determinedly pushing on and forcing herself to forget.
Reaching floor number 37, Rose waited patiently for the doors to open and then stepped out into the sound of gently murmuring voices and the clicking of keys as hands flew furiously across keyboards. This every day sound was reassuring, common, normal. It was exactly what she needed, exactly what she needed to help her forget, or so she thought.
Finding herself at her desk, Rose was shocked by the sight that she beheld. A small child, no more than a year old was sitting at her desk giggling delightedly. His hair blonde and curly, eyes sparkling blue, ears perfectly shaped and a cute button nose that was to die for, he was oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking within her. Unbidden, Rose’s thoughts raced back to that day, to the day she’d been running from for the past year…
Hand in hand they had walked enjoying the feel of sand between their toes. Cameron had only been a year old and it was his first visit to the beach. He was enchanted by it, laughing he had pulled her after him even though he was so small. The waves had been his favourite, their endless rolling back and forth had piqued his curiosity and he had watched them for an age not making a sound, only turning away to run to his mummy.
She had watched delightedly his joy and happiness and had vowed to visit the beach with him often. As he sat playing in the sand she had finally begun to relax and enjoy herself too when a dark shadow had passed over her. Looking up, she saw clouds gathering and knew that a storm was brewing. Quickly she began collecting the scattered toys and packing away the towels, but when she looked up for Cameron, he was nowhere to be seen.
Her immediate thought was that he’d entered the water. Like lightning she began frantically searching for a small bobbing head. Seeing nothing she rushed to the lifeguard tower. By now the wind was picking up and people were leaving quickly. With the help of the lifeguards she searched for her little boy. Combing the beach they found nothing. Rose was distraught and panicked.
At the insistence of the police - who had been called in after about thirty minutes of frantic searching - Rose was being taken home by a friend. Walking back to the car, they passed a small rock pool. On instinct, Rose turned towards it. Overhead, seagulls screeched, wheeling and diving, the wind blew, strong and unrelenting, people walked, ignorant and naïve and Rose screamed, long and piercing. For there, floating peacefully in the water was her son. Cameron. Cold and blue.
Rose awoke with a start, sweating profusely and gasping for breath. The recurring nightmare had gotten so bad, as of late, that it had begun haunting even her wakeful moments. Sitting up in bed, Rose reached for water bottle taking long refreshing mouthfuls. Then, pushing the dream to the back of her mind, got up, took a shower and dressed for work.
“Damn! I’m late again,” thought Rose, irritated. Running, she made it just in time for the bus. She smiled her thanks to the driver as she dug around in her bag for a ticket. Sitting on the bus along the 241 route, Rose stared blankly as her thoughts turned inward to her inner turmoil. It had been a year, but even now, she could still picture every detail, remember every second, feel every ounce of excruciating pain. Hopping off the bus she quickly brushed her thoughts aside and readied herself for a new day.
“If only it were that easy,” Rose thought sarcastically when as she walked into the tall office building, the sight of a small child staring curiously out of the window with wide, sparkling eyes, bombarded her with a grief and agony so intense that she buckled at the knees and had to take the nearest seat. Tears pricked her burning eyes as she very slowly, and very unsteadily, got to her feet and walked the short distance to the elevator, determinedly pushing on and forcing herself to forget.
Reaching floor number 37, Rose waited patiently for the doors to open and then stepped out into the sound of gently murmuring voices and the clicking of keys as hands flew furiously across keyboards. This every day sound was reassuring, common, normal. It was exactly what she needed, exactly what she needed to help her forget, or so she thought.
Finding herself at her desk, Rose was shocked by the sight that she beheld. A small child, no more than a year old was sitting at her desk giggling delightedly. His hair blonde and curly, eyes sparkling blue, ears perfectly shaped and a cute button nose that was to die for, he was oblivious to the havoc he was wreaking within her. Unbidden, Rose’s thoughts raced back to that day, to the day she’d been running from for the past year…
Hand in hand they had walked enjoying the feel of sand between their toes. Cameron had only been a year old and it was his first visit to the beach. He was enchanted by it, laughing he had pulled her after him even though he was so small. The waves had been his favourite, their endless rolling back and forth had piqued his curiosity and he had watched them for an age not making a sound, only turning away to run to his mummy.
She had watched delightedly his joy and happiness and had vowed to visit the beach with him often. As he sat playing in the sand she had finally begun to relax and enjoy herself too when a dark shadow had passed over her. Looking up, she saw clouds gathering and knew that a storm was brewing. Quickly she began collecting the scattered toys and packing away the towels, but when she looked up for Cameron, he was nowhere to be seen.
Her immediate thought was that he’d entered the water. Like lightning she began frantically searching for a small bobbing head. Seeing nothing she rushed to the lifeguard tower. By now the wind was picking up and people were leaving quickly. With the help of the lifeguards she searched for her little boy. Combing the beach they found nothing. Rose was distraught and panicked.
At the insistence of the police - who had been called in after about thirty minutes of frantic searching - Rose was being taken home by a friend. Walking back to the car, they passed a small rock pool. On instinct, Rose turned towards it. Overhead, seagulls screeched, wheeling and diving, the wind blew, strong and unrelenting, people walked, ignorant and naïve and Rose screamed, long and piercing. For there, floating peacefully in the water was her son. Cameron. Cold and blue.
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Please Login to post comments| On June 30th 2008 max5892 Said : | |
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omg...this is amazing...i love the ending...very emotional...amazing job!! |
| On April 29th 2008 JWalker2406 Said : | |
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Aw...Bless her... This is really good.... If you continue then keep me posted :D |
| On April 28th 2008 thatbluewoman Said : | |
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it was the "cold and blue." that hit me. :) |
| On April 28th 2008 thatbluewoman Said : | |
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whoaw! that was breathtaking! i really like how the first and last sentences repeat, the first time there's not much effect cause you dont know what shes screaming for, but when you add it again at the end, it makes sense.. I for one was blown away! this is also very descriptive and I can feel emotions radiating from my sreen...even though this is just a draft and not so very long, this is really good! i was drawn in by the first paragraph! and this is probably alot that i'm writing here, but whatever :) keep it up!!! |
| On April 27th 2008 XxCloudyEyesxX Said : | |
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oh my...plz kmp.. |
