The Black Curls

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Literary Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
"The Black Curls" tells the story of Stacey, a woman who is having a difficult time dealing with the news of her medical diagnosis. Unable to face her fate, she loathes in agony, till the day when she discovers her liberation from the pain. The Black curls is the portrayal of triumph and victory in the face of adversity. It is about self discovery and coming to terms with that which we cannot change.

Submitted: September 25, 2009

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She held the black curls in her right hand. They were wrapped neatly in a red coloured ribbon which was tied into a bow. Her head ached as though a heavy cooking pot had been knocked against her forehead. With one brush of her feeble fingers, she wiped a free falling tear trickling underneath the dark circles below her eyes as she struggled to regain her balance in the spacious pink coloured room.

Toys of all kinds were scattered all around, and the giant sized doll, the one her mother bought for Annie as a baptism gift peeked at her with almost life- like eyes from behind the bed. Suddenly, she felt a flash of rage overcome her. “Why, Oh Why?!!” wailed Stacey. She had prayed for the first seven years of her marriage for a child to come,and now that she had got her wish, trouble came looming ‘round’ again.“God! oh God- Why me?!” cried Stacey. The house helpers dared not come into the room for they had become accustomed to the daily screams which rang out from beneath the hand carved door, and which always seemed to rattle the entire mansion with the force of a short but powerful earthquake.

Since her return from the hospital three days ago, Stacey would march into Annie’s room each time the nanny had carefully tucked the eight month old baby in her carriage and wheeled her away for their daily walk to the park. There she would ponder and lament on her fate. She would take in the scent of baby lotion and olive oil. Today she was much weaker than the last time she’d walked in. Unlike the past two days when she’d gripped unto the black curls as though they were here lifeline, she loosened her hands a bit more this time, and slowly the curly locks were released and fell gracefully upon the orange carpeted floor. With her left hand against the wall, she slid down unto her knees. The recorder was already on the ground, and though her voice quivered, the way it often does after one has cried for many hours- she was determined to leave a piece of herself behind so that when she was long gone, her Annie would know her- know the woman who wanted her so badly on this earth, and loved her more than anyone ever will.

To Stacey, Annie was the beginning and the end. No one compared to the precious little jewel. The touch of her little fingers against her mama’s face always had a way of making the Montgomerys’ wealth feel so insignificant for no amount of money could replace the little one or the space she occupied in their hearts and home. With a push of a button, the tape rolled and Stacey said: “ I have Ovarian Cancer. The doctor says I have one month left. This is Stacey, your mama. I saved this portion of my hair for you to remember me. It’s been falling out by the clumps since the Chemotherapy started, and I just couldn’t resist leaving a little piece of it behind so you can hold it and think of me when you want to. You know Annie, before you came, there were so many things I enjoyed. Skiing, going out for romantic walks by the riverside with your father, shopping from morning till evening, eating a sprinkled vanilla ice cream out on the beach. These are all the things I love, but right now I can’t think of anything or anyone I love more than you. Annie, when things go wrong as they sometimes do, and you feel all alone, just play this tape and think of me. Hold unto my curls and I will wipe away your tears.”

When she finished saying all that she’d wanted to tell her sweet Annie, Stacey pushed another button and this time the tape stopped. The sudden silence in the room carried with it an air of liberation, and proudly, she stood up and marched toward the west window as a fresh fall breeze swept into the room. Looking up directly at the sky, Stacey smiled and an ambiance of victory overwhelmed her, for it was in that very revealing moment that it became known to her for the first time that she had truly escaped death.

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