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Rippling water (prologue)
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 Created on 4-8-08
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This story is dedicated to Ben Hedburg,
I wish I knew you.
I stood looking out at the clouds coming closer and closer. Come on. I whispered. Come on. I watched in anticipation as those clouds grew darker and darker. I wanted to make a run for it. But not yet, not yet. Pitter patter. Pitter patter.
“Now.” And the sound that escaped my lips was but a whisper in the cold night air. I ran then. Before I knew it I was off the dirt, my body was twisting and spinning in the rain like a beautiful ballerina’s body would upon the ground. My weightless limbs were swinging freely within the sky, and my eyes were welling up with tears. I embraced the scent that filled my nostrils and poured over my conscience. This was it! I thought. I flew in the air like a dandelion would blow in the breeze, only I controlled the direction in which I would go, not the wind. My mood became as light as my weight, and I drifted into freedom. I swam within the tears of the sky, wrapping my limber body around the beauty of them, its freedom. I was free.
The rain continued to pour. And it slicked itself into my hair, clinging from the roots to the ends. As I expected my hair had become glistening silver and my eyes eased into a tranquil grey. My clothes were transformed into a long white dress that clung to my wet body in the air. My heart pounded as I went higher and higher into the sky. I stared at the moon who now danced along my side. We danced to the song of the rain. Pitter patter. Yet suddenly I didn’t want to dance anymore. I didn’t want to delight in the thought of my temporary freedom. For it was not true freedom. My floating body swayed to a bridge like a falling feather in the raining sky. It was an old stone bridge that rested over a little stream. Yes, I knew it well.
I cried. Because though I now had freedom, it had already begun to disappear, slip through my fragile fingers like sand. I mourned the fact that I was subject to the rain. It was the rain who held my freedom. Not me.
I looked up at the sky, seeking to find some reassurance, yet my hope was only met with disappointment. I hated this. I jumped from the bridge, flinging my small, porcelain figure into the air. And I flew, dodging the lightning who attempted to stop me. I fought to beat the rain. I looked up when I was out of breath. There was the house before me, a soft blue with white shutters and a cracked window on the top floor. I flew to that window and peaked inside. There was a boy; fragile in his sleeping state. I slid my slender body through the small crack and let my bare feet rest upon the dry carpet. He remained sound asleep. The thunder outside of the house screamed at me. Time was running out. The rain was going to win. I had to hurry.
I rested my hand upon his forehead, and felt the warmth seep into my icy fingers. He was a kind boy, with a clear mind. All was well with him. He had a mother. No father. No siblings. I watched in silence as his memories, fears, pains and hopes flashed before me in a rush, I digested it all. Again the thunder clapped loudly outside the window. But I waited. I wanted to know it all. He was still under my long thin fingers. I was sad then. I knew that it had to be him if anyone. It had to be. But I knew that his mother would be devastated. I knew, because he knew. He knew he was all she had left. It hurt. I looked at him one more time, remembering the most important piece of information that I needed to retrieve from his thoughts. My fingers brushed across his face once again, resting on his lips. They were clean. No ones lips had been there before. I smiled and scanned his desires. Never, had he loved another. I bent down and lightly kissed the boys cheek, he began to wake, and I left his room just as quickly and as quietly as I had first came. He didn’t even notice, I thought to myself. As I flew the rain was becoming a light drizzle, and I was flying slower. I pushed, fighting against my weak body and fought against the light rain. I made it. I was back at the bridge. Beneath the stars that blanketed the sky and moon that remained still behind the clouds. That was all the rain for that night. That was all of my freedom.
Brook pushed the covers off of him sluggishly, moving slowly as he placed his feet upon the ground. Shock surged through his body as he felt a cold dampness upon his carpet. His eyes shot to the open window. Now the rain was coming to a light drizzle, yet he knew it had been harder earlier in the night. He walked over to his window and pulled the latch so that it was closed all the way, on his way back to his bed, he avoided the intruding wet spots upon the warm carpet. Quickly he climbed back into his bed and hid from the cold that ate at the walls of his room. He drifted off into sleep, his cheek slightly colder then the rest of his face, almost going numb.
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Please Login to post comments| On April 9th 2008 brokenwings122 Said : | |
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Wow. This is incredible. I love how we learn so much, yet almost nothing at all. Kmp. |
| On April 9th 2008 sadee309 Said : | |
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kmp sounds good :) |
