She found the sheets of crinkled papers at the bottom of the chest. Turning each one over, her eyes took in the coffee stains and black numbers and lines. Music was in her hands and she gathered every piece and reclined eagerly to unfold her grandfather’s work.
The dust in the attic made her sneeze uncontrollably and she took her findings downstairs and sat on a kitchen stool. The ledge of the island was patterned with cracked seashell imprints and stained with her mother’s blood.
The summer day turned to night and Eliza continued to mend the broken song back together, but unable to to find page 11. She racked her brain and went back to the third floor to try to find the missing page. With a flashlight in hand and key in the other, she opened the wooden door to her family’s history and there in the middle of the room stood the trunk. She knelt down, fixed the key inward, and unlatched the lock. The musty veteran uniform splashed her face with an old stench and she gasped backwards as the moonlight streamed past the blinds of the window illuminating a figure so strong and transparent holding a folded paper.
Eliza lifted the flashlight on the figure but the light flickered and went out. She froze in fear and succumbed to the night as her own light sputtered from reality.
She awoke the next day with a note beside her that read
Come here again on the next fullest moon.
Rain drops poured that afternoon and I eased myself into the bedroom with my son. The blinds had been open slightly and the shadows ran down my face as I wrote my departing letter.
I carried my child to the window. He looked so aware and eager to live in his new home. I placed my hand on top of his head and began to dance him across the wooden floor. I whispered warm words of hope and forgiveness into his tiny ear. Graceful swans landed in the lake just out the window. One by one until there were thousands. Just thousands of more spins til I lay my baby boy to rest. My dress spun a gentle gust of wind teasing the flames of the candle that sat upon my desk. I knew what was to come when they would find us. Nothing seemed more assuring then keeping our love fresh as a summer’s eve. Many memories of summer fun surfaced, but I stashed those away as there was not a second to spare.
I heard some steps approaching the bedroom and placed my love in his cradle. I pranced to the door and turned the lock sealing ourselves from this cruel outside world. I waited patiently until the clock struck. I unlatched the window and let my letter glide through the autumn wind. Memories of the lake slithered away from me. And took my leap toward the wet gravel below. The cold harsh air that blew around my body tore the ribbon from my hair. That too spiraled with the letter.
I met my boy in a new place now with sunshine. He was older. The light of the place pierced my being and I felt a love so vibrant and new. I walked with this man further to head inside a house. I was eager to cloak myself in this new light, but heard distant screams and reopened my eyes.
Special Story Snippet: This is my first audio post to work a story around. It was hard to do this. LOL Think Allegory of the Cave with this one. lol
The city vines twisted over time and when I returned back home it was like the building had a lush green spring jacket on it to keep up with the latest trends in house-wear. Both of my parents worked in fashion, but always enjoyed their gardening.
My parents also knew how to make the house feel like it wasn’t a rich man’s home but very down to Earth. They both came from underprivileged society. A life that I was exposed to at a very young age. I didn’t remember when I first new of rich and poor. But I remembered in elementary school that I had to go with my two fathers to a soup kitchen to feed the homeless. It seemed scary and dirty to me, but my one dad told me that I shouldn’t be so afraid. He always made me feel like I could conquer the world. And I did by traveling to all sorts of cool places like Prague, Japan, Iceland, and Argentina. While I worked at the soup kitchen during my high school days, I fell in love with teaching some of the younger kids how to read and write. It was so inspiring that I wanted to help more homeless youth in other places.
I unlocked the door with my keys in one hand and Julia’s in another and entered the darken room. The lights switched on and people popped out of the darkness to yell surprise! I saw my fathers’ look of astonishment. Their daughter brought home a girl.
Julia squeezed my hand tighter and I yelled “Surprise!” My long hair tickled my neck and everyone rushed over to greet us. My fathers retreated into the kitchen.
We all just sat around the fire and told the most ridiculous college stories. It was amazing to still even keep in contact after the explosion. I imagined the pictures of our high school burning and the bodies left on the black top. I clanked my bottle with another that was laying on the ground. I got up and took a walk down the coastline unaware that Jacob has followed behind. My feet felt the lukewarm water tickle my skin.
“Hey.” I heard the small whisper of his voice.
“Why didn’t you invite me to come along?” Even in the duskiest light, I saw worry shoot across his face.
“I don’t know. Just felt like getting up and taking a walk.” I stopped to fiddle with a piece of broken shell. “I like that you invited me.”
“Why wouldn’t you be here?” His shoulders shrug a bit. “We all are still friends.”
“I know. It’s just that I never really felt like anyone got me, ya know?”
“Hey. We all do care about you, just hold off just a bit more. Everyone is transitioning into you coming back, that’s all.”
The wind picked up and I remembered that I should have brought my heavier sweater with me. We sat on the sand and made piles with shell and forgotten sea glass. I’ve always liked Jacob, but he never seemed too interested in me. He did have Katie after all. I still loathe how she twisted and turned everyone against me. Everything I had was ruined because of her. I’m just lucky enough to be alive and dumb enough to not have gone to school that day.
His lips were wet with affection. I smiled and turned off the water. He grabbed my hand and pressed it up against the shower door. I felt the steam roll off my shoulders. His body leaned with mine as we spelled LOVE. I looked up at him tenderly and the words fluttered from my mouth. “Forever.”
“Yes, forever.” He moved my bangs to the side. “I love your eyes.”
“I love your smile.” And we resumed our playful game in the bedroom.
It stared at me. I stared at it. I felt like I knew it. It was sweating as the summer heat entered the fridge. I liked our connection. It felt so real but fake. I motioned to close the door and I saw my mom gazing intently at me.
“You are leaving the door open again!” Her eyes were engaged to pinpoint my every move like a hawk. I closed the door immediately.
“Hi, mom.” I smiled awkwardly. “There is a man in the fridge.”
“I know, I put him there.” And she walked away.
NYC there is a storm. Time is ticking with each moment. I see the newspapers flying past the cars and people. Kids are staring into the black clouds and others keep walking as if it is just another storm. Sadly, the time has come for the United States to meet its doom. The outsiders have arrived.
I threw my hands in the air and the pile of stones went over the cliff. Peace of cake. I tried a new position near some boulders. I focused on my breath and my intention. Ready, set, go! Nothing happened. I looked at Troy. “I don’t know.” I frowned.
“Don’t worry. You got this. Just think of…well think of my boner.” He laughed.
“Thanks!” I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to face my stubborn obstacle. I noticed an opening in the middle of the these rocks. I centered my gaze. Took a deep breath and slowly let the air leave my chest. I raised my arms and felt the weight in the palm of my hands. I made a connection. I flicked my wrists and the boulders tumbled like a rock-slide down into a ravine
“I can’t believe that did that!” I screamed to Troy. Only he knew I had this awesome power. Now, I needed to figure out what else I could do.
It was like looking at my own soul. The cold floor held me in place as I kept staring at the beast. I could hear a faint hiss and scratching as it moved closer to my face. The hair on the back of my neck began to shoot upwards in reach for survival. I stopped my breathing. My heartbeat sank below the tile and my eyes froze in time. The pulse of living never tasted so sweet.
She was depressed after losing our first child. Nothing seemed good in the world.The trees shivered as the wind blew its autumn breath over the town. We sat for hours watching the geese fly over head. This bench held so many natural moments in time that it could tell the story of my own birth into this forgotten world.