Had Decided
on the Sky
Watching a
cloud slowly pass her world below she enjoyed the tranquil still air not
suffocating like in the heat of summer but a cool comforting stillness closing
her eyelids she pondered whether God had decided on the sky color first to be a
calming one or if he decided to develop the brain to perceive it to be calming.
Sitting up tired, tired of thinking about things that would most likely never
be satisfactorily answered. She examined all about her thinking about the people
who had passed through her life. Thinking about them caused her to imagine the
warmth of the past. She was alone now in her cabin in the woods. Not that she
truly minded, that was how she liked it. She could only upset her own
expectations. The sun was shaded out by the ripening leaves of trees, looking
down at her unshaven legs she smirked at how unattractive she felt them to be
how any man would gawk at the dark hairs laying on the pale white skin. Not that
she intended to let any man see them that way. She laughed at the absurd
thought, how long had it been since she had actually spoken to someone much
less a member of the opposite sex. Pulling her pant leg down from around her
knees she smiled wondering how long she could actually stand to let them
grow. Leaning back sighing. The Peace
and tranquility surrounding her still could not convince her soul to be at
rest. Perhaps she had run away from the things needing attention, perhaps she
was a horrible person for abandoning all responsibilities. Again looking into
the sky she felt a sense of peace for a moment touches her. But no matter how
far she ran nor how callus she tried to make her heart she felt the tugs of the
past trying to swallow her. She walked in the cabin that had been families home
once laughter had filled its walls; as she looked about her mind unsure as to
what to do she walked out again her heart becoming sick with dissatisfaction.
She sat in a rocking chair on the porch and soon fell asleep as she slept she
dreamed of a winters snow and the laughter of children as snowmen were built
and sleds used all were happy things but as she slept her eyes wept for
although they were happy things one could see the shadows surrounding the innocence
for this was a dream about the past and she knew the outcome. Flickers of
darkness changed the dream, what was once laughter and squeals of joy were now
screams and shrieks of terror the white ground immersed with a pink tinge of
blood. The snowman’s charcoal smile
stretched to an evil sort of grin. She looked down at her hands cold and wet
with the cooling blood. Starting awake, the dawn approaching she looked down at
her hand. The cold wet nose of a cat pressed against it. Was this reality? She
thought, as she scooped out food to the various animals calling for care and
attention. Had that been real? Looking up at the awakening sky she laughed,
surely not. Although she had ran away from things, it couldn’t be those
memories or truths that she had been running from. It couldn’t be her hands
that would murder her own children. For had it been surely her skies above
would not smile down at her warming her pale skin, surely the cool air would
not provide such comfort. She decided to trust in the earth below and the skies
above the reoccurring nightmares and the memories of lives entwined with her
own as no longer existing were just mere coincidence. She was alone because she
chose it, she was happy and at peace. She looked out her back window facing a
cleared meadow holding a rusting swing set and beside the overgrown sand box
were two little mounds. She smiled at peace again convincing her that those
tugs of the past were just minor annoyances. Sipping her tea she laughed at
nothing yes she would trust in the sky above and the earth below. She had done
nothing to be to upset by.
Note
from the Author:
Ummm…
I’m not crazy but this one went in a completely different direction then I
thought it would when I was roughing it out. This little short is slightly
disturbing to me for how twisted it is. I wonder sometime if I have some
unresolved issues. (Thinking, Thinking…….. Nope can’t find any) I truly believe
in the creation of my characters. I try to give my characters such features and
characterizations that to me they seem to become alive and they direct the
stories, which happened in this case. I imagine at night that tiny little
people crawl out of my ears all of which I have thought up, the right ear only
good and wholesome things escape and the
left ear disturbed and creepy things and they all travel beneath my bed where
they have created an alternate reality. And that is exactly why I don’t let my
feet dangle over the edge of my bed. I’m really, really not crazy just strange.
Authors
side note:
Its
October so don’t be surprised if most of the stories are tinged in creep
factor. Enjoy
Nicky
Ehrens
