Madness of the Seasons

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
I hate writing these. lol

Submitted: August 21, 2010

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Lazily, Note held her hand out to the sun and let the heat gather before pressing her palm against her face, enjoying the strong and fleeting warmth it held. It was times like these, lying out in the sun, when Note truly felt at ease with how life was passing her by. One might even say it could be a type of fast moving limbo, where time slowed for a split second. Those who could feel it would look up into the sky and would all see something different. One person could witness a life altering light, when another would see time floating through the air. They would reach out their hands eager to take back their stolen minutes, only to break free of that limbo and continue their lives, pushing the depressing thoughts to the back of their minds. It was times like these where Note could think of anything she wanted without other people around scrutinizing the faraway look in her eyes. Sure it was coy, but it was as close to perfection as she dared to go. Sometimes venturing off into one’s deep thoughts could prove fatal, as demonstrated by her mother who still to this day rested within her deepest thoughts. As this thought passed through Note’s head, a little bell jingled reminding her of something very important. Holding back a yawn, she rose from the park bench and shook the fall leaves from her hair. After a quick stretch Note collected her sketch book, which was filled with artwork an elementary student could produce, and stuffed it lightly into her mother’s old carrier bag. It was a descent fifteen minutes before Note reached the Hospital and entered through its too clean glass doors. The gut wrenching stench of sickness and band aids flooded up into Note’s nose. She lifted her hand up to her face without thinking and cringed at the empty space before her. Except now that she paid more attention she saw it wasn’t so empty. Not ten meters from her was an elderly lady with heavy eyes and well defined crow’s feet. She seemed to understand Note’s quick gesture and looked down at the floor, while the nurse pushed her past. Embarrassment swept though Note. She lowered her hand, entered the padded wall elevator, and pushed the button for the 9th floor.


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