Fly Little Bird

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic


i don't know if this is any good but here's to trying


She dreamed of a moment in her childhood. The dream was fleeting. Upon waking up, the memory of the moment had faded. She was only able to recall the accompanying sensations. It was an emotion she wasn’t quite acquainted with. It tasted of honey and smelled like springtime roses. Happiness, she thought. The faintest smile may have graced her lips.

This wasn’t her reality. In the waking world, the young woman could feel, see, nor hear anything beyond her own misery. Despair is her shroud and desolation is her crown. Although her hearth yearned for the unattainable, there was a dark world that she could not escape or rather would not leave. The darkness became her everything. She clung to pain and hate like an old colleague. It was all she had, the only thing keeping her from feeling entirely alone.

Something was different about today. She had come to an irreversible decision. No longer would she live her life broken, no longer would sadness be her only friend. As she mused over minor details, another faint smile may have graced her lips. Silence, she thought.

She took an extra hot, extra-long shower. This was an abnormal action, usually this was a mild, brief action. She made sure to eat a hearty breakfast. This too was an abnormal action, breakfast was not a meal she partook in. The young woman momentarily glanced around her modest home. Home, she thought. Another faint smile may her graced her lips.

The drive was longer than it should have been. She observed her outdoor surroundings very zealously. She drank in the smells of everyday life. She noticed how the morning sky was a lighter shade of blue. She noticed a honey bee busily pollinating flowers. She noticed a mother embracing her child. Remarkable, she thought. Another faint smile may have graced her lips.

The scent of salt clung to the air. The water was the deepest blue. It was poetic She made her way for the imposing bridge. It was higher than she remembered but magnificent all the same. She watched the waves crash and swirl. It was the most beautiful dance she had ever seen. She believed, or forced herself to believe, she was the only person around. Magnificent, she thought. Another faint smile may have graced her lips.

She stood at edge of the bridge. In this instant, time had frozen. She found herself vividly recollecting her dream as if she were there. It was a memory of her family. She was a child and they had gathered at a park. It was warm and filled with the sounds of nature. She could almost smell the grass. There was laughter and joy. She could feel the sun on her skin as much as she could feel the love radiating from her loved ones. “Fly little bird fly!” were the cries of her family as they watched small birds take flight from the trees above. She reflected over the many memories of her family throughout her life. Love, she thought. A faint smile may have graced her lips.

But these were only memories. The burden of her reality had become too cumbersome for her to uphold any longer. She acknowledged her weakness and accepted that hope was impossible. Sorry, she thought. Tears graced her lips.

Distantly, she hears someone say, “Fly little bird, fly.”  Although, she could not distinguish whether the voice was real or imagined.

 


Submitted: January 01, 2018

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