Sky Is Over

Sky Is Over

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I started this years ago and still unsure where to go with it
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I started this years ago and still unsure where to go with it

Chapter1 (v.1) - All Down From Here

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: January 26, 2017

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 I was fifteen years, eight months and two days old that day I discovered that my father had died. Auntie Pip uttered the words and I could feel her brace herself for the onslaught.
Almost in an instant gush, something that felt almost pre-rehearsed, I sank to my feet, clutching my head as if for protection. I remember feeling my wiry ebony curls in my hands and absentmindedly wondering whether I had left my hairbrush at Lolas'. I tried to distract from the raw ache by pulling a single curl between my forefinger and thumb. I had seen this, long before any one else, even the detached doctors that offered me candy in return for paper thin smiles. I still hadn't felt quite prepared for the way my heart felt like it was literally snapping in two.
I felt the drawn out sigh of Auntie Pip as her bony hands stroked my head in an almost patting fashion.
I hate to cry. She knows this only too well. "Darling....I'm so very sorry..we..we did the best we could. We all did. I'm sorry"
I remember looking up, bleary eyed and her almost owlish face kindly smiling back. She patted my head again. I flinched. She didn't know him like I did. She couldn't possibly understand.
His heart was so huge,  huger even than his ever radiant grin. His heart was so big, so overworked from giving love to others that one day it just caved in. And with it, so did my daddy, his twinkling brown eyes, his long piano fingers and his radiance. He was the only one I could have depended on and now I felt like all hope was lost, buried in the ground like his frail, shrunken body.
Uncle Sam, towering over us both, said nothing. His black eyes, same as my own seemed to reflect everything I felt. His frame filled the doorway, his hands as big as car tyres, his denim overalls stained with whatever "project" he was currently working on.
He lead me over to the window where five dead bluebottles, their legs in the air were lying. "Look Marina! Five now! Five! Soon I'll have enough...just about, I think.....yes.."
His goofy grin and the sheer delight in his face made me crack a smile. Uncle Sam was what some would refer to as "mentally disabled". But there was nothing disabled about my Uncle. He was an idiot savant, a mad genius and a giant teddybear.
He grew the most delicate, lucious and heavenly roses I've ever encountered. Just one whiff will have you amourous and head over heels in love. These plants probably account for all five of Sams failed marriages and dozens of ill-fated romances. The local boys knew well of the rumours and were quite fond of sneaking into Sams Utopia to steal his beloved plants. The next morning he would moan and grumble but secretly he was pleased that his roses were the main cause of passion in our sleepy little town.
I watched him grin in excitement and I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him to the best of my ability, a single tear trailing down my cheek. Auntie Pip sighed loudly before  running about the kitchen, in the attempt to look  busy but in reality, we were all lost. Life felt like it had come to a stop. We tried to commence our daily routine but what is there to do when your whole life is gone, vanished, almost like it never existed in the first place?
(found carved on a tree in Abbey Park)
When I was four
I was afraid of the dark
So daddy held my hand
He told me
"Mari, monsters can't ever hurt you
Not when Im here"
And he was there
Now hes gone
And the house is more empty
Than Sams garden.
 
It was a week after the funeral and Auntie Pip and I had both decided we were sick of wearing black. Uncle Sam never had this problem as he insisted on wearing tye-dye even at the funeral. 
The three of us put on big smiles, big horrible fake ones. We said thank you to the Reverend, we said thank you to all the well-wishers, we said thank you to the funeral home. Our faces were sore from grimacing. The three of us grabbed Sams hemp blanket and lay on the grass, inbetween the roses and looked up at the July evening sky. The sky swirled with pinks, yellows and oranges and I remember wishing if only Dad was here to see this. The grasshoppers chirped in unison and we heard the rush of traffic from the road. "Do you think that if we wish hard enough, whatever or whomever we like will come down from the sky? Do you think all beautiful things come from the sky?" Sam mused. Auntie Pip scrunched up her face, appearing to really think this through. "Well, Sam darling, if anyone can do it, you can! What would you wish for any way?"
Sam,his dreadlocks spread out like Medusa's snakes giggled, his hands weaving together an inticate daisy chain. "I would wish for Mari to find the love of her life! A proper Mr. Darcy! She needs some passion I think. A good whirlwind romance, one with roses, a handsome lover and some sort of ultimatium!"
I scorned outloud. This grown up hippie is 57, I thought to myself. I clearly need to get out more!
The grasshoppers chirped and for the first time in a long time I actually felt whole again, no more nightmares, salty tears or the echoing silence in Pips kitchen. 
The sounds of clip clop came from the road, not so far into the distance. Auntie Pip raised her head to see the incoming sound that was coming our way. Apart from Sams absentminded humming we waited in absolute silence.


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