Tala

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
a very short piece about a troubled young woman. this is meant as an introduction to several other books I am working on. I would greatly appreciate any feedback

Submitted: February 09, 2011

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Stepping into the Glade always made Tala think of her first life.
The peaceful woods, where as a child, she could play freely, safe in the comfort of her family home. She had grown up wild compared to her friends, her parents new she could come to no harm and so let her come and go as she pleased. She had spent hours, even days, in her own imagination, creating wondrous adventures, and pretending she could talk to the birds and the animals. Thinking back as she walked up the path she came to the conclusion that that was the happiest time of her life.
All that changed when her parents died. She was eleven years old and was staying at a friend’s house. They had just opened their second tub of chocolate chip ice cream when her friend’s house phone rang. Her friend’s mum, funny how she couldn’t remember her name but new they had had chocolate ice cream, answered it on the third ring. All the girls, except her, crowded near the door to hear what was being said. She heard her friends mum give a little scream of anguish. The fear that that scream evoked was the same fear she had felt entering the glade today, the fear of fates cruel twist. She remembered the footsteps on the stairs and the small squeak as the bedroom door was opened, then her own words coming out in that quiet mousy voice of hers “they’re dead!”
The rest of her memory eluded her as she continued her slow walk up the well worn stone path that cut directly to the centre of the glade, bringing her step by step closer to her fate.
In reflection Tala new that that day had been the end of her first life and today, six years after her parent’s tragic death was the first day of her second life. The time in-between had been akin to being in a trance, her body acted but her thoughts were numb, today that would all change.
Tala approached the gathering at the glades centre. Nearly two hundred people had arrived to witness this momentous event, and although she new every single one of them in attendance, and to many owed a deep dept of gratitude, she would be hard pressed to recognize any of them in her fogged state.
As she approached the elderly man at the head of the stone path, in the very centre of the glade, she turned and looked back at the way she had come
“That’s your old life Tala” the man boomed in his deep tenor voice
“Step up and take the tools of your new life”
And with no formal ceremony, or even the faintest sigh from the gathering, Tala took up the tools and robes offered her and began her second life.


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