Post by elderess on Nov 20, 2006 15:02:33 GMT -5
Illusions and Butterflies
A cloud of light blue butterflies sprang up from the long jade-green grass, which was gently blowing, in the late summer evening breeze. They circled the small child and then flew away, disappearing into the Sunset. The small child squinted at the fading butterflies. Her big chocolate-coloured eyes searching for the lost colours. Sitting down heavily in the grass and plucking a daisy from within the grassy folds of the open field. The child sniffed the flower hard, brushing their tiny nose on the pollen of the flower. A Soft pair of hands picked the child up, complete with the daisy, the child giggled happily and put the flower softly into the hands, as so not to crush its silky petals. The woman, who’s hands they were, cooed softly to her Daughter, the little girl looked into the face of her Mother. The small girl smiled brightly, and hugged her Mother tightly, curling her hands tightly through her Mother’s clothes, as her Mother walked back up through the grassy fields and towards the brightly painted house on top of a soft sloping hill.
That was the last memory Nina had of her Mother, all the others had faded over time. Even this one was slippery and hard to hold onto, but whenever Nina thought really hard and lay down in the still bright green open field, she could just about see her Mother. Nina smiled and opened her eyes, looking up at tinted blue clouds, Nina decided that her life would be just perfect! -If only she wasn’t the only one left.
One by one over the years all of her Family had died- peacefully mind- now it was just Nina living in the sweet English countryside. Nina only saw one person now, and she loved him very much, he always came with sweets or new books for Nina to read. Nina stood up, brushed down her crisp, white dress and started back to the house. Nina thought of the last book David had given her; Nina hadn’t really known what it meant by friends and when she asked David about it. He said that friends were people who were like adopted family, Nina had hugged him and said, “Just like you.”
David had smiled and told her to go to bed, for he had to go. Nina was never allowed to watch David go; Nina supposed David didn’t want her to be unhappy. David was very thoughtful like that. Nina raced into the House, and ran into the homely decorated living room. David stood next to the Grand Piano gently fingering the solid mahogany wood, which had been styled to curve delicately into intricate patterns that Nina never tired of gazing at.
David smiled as he saw her, “Now what have you been doing, Miss Nina?”
Nina grinned and gave him a hug, “Thinking.”
David mock frowned and said, “Thinking, what would you want to think for?”
“It’s fun! Did you get that next Jane Austen book, you know ‘Pride and Prejudice’?” Nina replied, hoping that he had, she really liked Jane Austen’s books, they made it seem like you can always overcome the impossible.
“I did!” David said smiling as Nina gasped in delight at him bringing out the red-gold book from behind his back.
Nina smiled at David and said very courteously, “Thankyou, it is most kind of you!”
“Oh I know, now you go read dear, I know you must be bursting to!” David said knowing exactly what Nina had wanted to do; Nina smiled and sat down in the nearest soft linen armchair.
“Remember Nina, your Birthday party is tomorrow, so be ready at precisely 7pm. I have a big surprise for you!” David called as he went out of the bright yellow front door; Nina nodded not looking up from her book. She then remembered it was her Birthday tomorrow, Nina loved her birthdays. David would always come over with a huge cake and say make a wish and every year Nina would always wish the same thing, “I wish my Mother would come back to life and stay with me always.”
When Nina was smaller, she thought the wish was to long and so that was why it never worked, but in truth- which Nina knew nothing of. Was Nina’s Mother never existed.
A cloud of light blue butterflies sprang up from the long jade-green grass, which was gently blowing, in the late summer evening breeze. They circled the small child and then flew away, disappearing into the Sunset. The small child squinted at the fading butterflies. Her big chocolate-coloured eyes searching for the lost colours. Sitting down heavily in the grass and plucking a daisy from within the grassy folds of the open field. The child sniffed the flower hard, brushing their tiny nose on the pollen of the flower. A Soft pair of hands picked the child up, complete with the daisy, the child giggled happily and put the flower softly into the hands, as so not to crush its silky petals. The woman, who’s hands they were, cooed softly to her Daughter, the little girl looked into the face of her Mother. The small girl smiled brightly, and hugged her Mother tightly, curling her hands tightly through her Mother’s clothes, as her Mother walked back up through the grassy fields and towards the brightly painted house on top of a soft sloping hill.
That was the last memory Nina had of her Mother, all the others had faded over time. Even this one was slippery and hard to hold onto, but whenever Nina thought really hard and lay down in the still bright green open field, she could just about see her Mother. Nina smiled and opened her eyes, looking up at tinted blue clouds, Nina decided that her life would be just perfect! -If only she wasn’t the only one left.
One by one over the years all of her Family had died- peacefully mind- now it was just Nina living in the sweet English countryside. Nina only saw one person now, and she loved him very much, he always came with sweets or new books for Nina to read. Nina stood up, brushed down her crisp, white dress and started back to the house. Nina thought of the last book David had given her; Nina hadn’t really known what it meant by friends and when she asked David about it. He said that friends were people who were like adopted family, Nina had hugged him and said, “Just like you.”
David had smiled and told her to go to bed, for he had to go. Nina was never allowed to watch David go; Nina supposed David didn’t want her to be unhappy. David was very thoughtful like that. Nina raced into the House, and ran into the homely decorated living room. David stood next to the Grand Piano gently fingering the solid mahogany wood, which had been styled to curve delicately into intricate patterns that Nina never tired of gazing at.
David smiled as he saw her, “Now what have you been doing, Miss Nina?”
Nina grinned and gave him a hug, “Thinking.”
David mock frowned and said, “Thinking, what would you want to think for?”
“It’s fun! Did you get that next Jane Austen book, you know ‘Pride and Prejudice’?” Nina replied, hoping that he had, she really liked Jane Austen’s books, they made it seem like you can always overcome the impossible.
“I did!” David said smiling as Nina gasped in delight at him bringing out the red-gold book from behind his back.
Nina smiled at David and said very courteously, “Thankyou, it is most kind of you!”
“Oh I know, now you go read dear, I know you must be bursting to!” David said knowing exactly what Nina had wanted to do; Nina smiled and sat down in the nearest soft linen armchair.
“Remember Nina, your Birthday party is tomorrow, so be ready at precisely 7pm. I have a big surprise for you!” David called as he went out of the bright yellow front door; Nina nodded not looking up from her book. She then remembered it was her Birthday tomorrow, Nina loved her birthdays. David would always come over with a huge cake and say make a wish and every year Nina would always wish the same thing, “I wish my Mother would come back to life and stay with me always.”
When Nina was smaller, she thought the wish was to long and so that was why it never worked, but in truth- which Nina knew nothing of. Was Nina’s Mother never existed.
