Ambivalence

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
Some forgotten responsibilties show the dire consequences of being left out.

Submitted: January 09, 2009

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It was something far, very far...
silent.
distant.
 

A starnge musky odour conquered by the realm of smoke and dust.

My heart skipped a beat, I knew the streets were leading to my home, of soft cushions and cudly laughters. I tried to run to it, but my legs froze. Will the mists lead to my burning house? or is it safe from the lashes of an angry fire.
I stepped forward and saw two women sitting at their door step, smiling. I wanted to be releaved, but to see that they were alright did not seem to put my swollen heart to rest.
 
Why dont I hear them screem, why don't I hear them calling my name? All questions flooded my brain when I thought of the innocent lives I had left behind in my house. I have to gather the strength, I had to move on. Rushing towards the place I dwelt, I did not care of any other existence on the way.
 
A thousand memories rushing in me while I paced towards them. Those running noses and tapping feet, I could hear them sing inside of me, those rhymes I used to hum when putting them to sleep. The bed time stories of princesses and castles, knights and battles. They seemed to ask me all those naive questions again; does the princess have a rabbit, a fairy in her garden? is the princess the most beautiful being in heavens? Is the Knight the strongest man ever? .. My eyes were wet and my heart was burning.
 
I did not notice when I paased by a small hut covered in the trees, something I proudly called the home of my dreams, in the kingdom of utopia, where all birds wake you up chirping sweet morning songs.
 
A strong breeze came across and threw the ashes on my face, I saw my silk courtain hanging halfway across the window and still on fire. I called their names, the six of them. They were right here when I went off in the morning, I kissed them, made their hair, saw them do all kinds of games, playing with fruits, making faces at me. I hugged them, perfumed them, lifted them, and they with their gentle fragrance took anxious breaths. Where are my children? I screamed to the limit of my voice!
 
I jumped in the flames, I did not care of getting burnt at all. I needed to get to them...


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