Post by Aline Le' Fountenelle S4 on Jun 15, 2009 3:20:59 GMT
Aline lay across the grassy hills in Vander Veer Botanical Park. She was dying of boredom and was looking at the clouds.
Her cat relaxed next to her and fell asleep. It was a slow going Sunday, usually when Aline went to visit her grandmother in the hospital. But not today. Aline was scared to see her. Grand-mère had looked so much worse that last Sunday, but Aline decided not to dwell on that.
Trying to distract herself, she started talking to the sky.
"That cloud looks like an angel... and that one looks like... my locket."
She started telling a story to herself as she laid down on the green and welcoming grass.
"I spread my wings and fly through the great blue atmosphere, dipping down to drift across the lake. The water sprays against my fingertips and my reflection looks different today. I glide back up to the sky and feel the precipitation of the clouds, tasting the lovely mists that it brings."
Her story felt so believable. It felt like she wasn't even on the ground. Her eyes were closed, but she felt like she could taste the everything. The rain, the clouds, the air.
Wait, that wasn't a cloud she was tasting... Her eyes flew open as she realized the drooling Saint Bernard breathing in her face.
"WHOA MY GOD!" she yelled. "WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?" She pushed the dog off of her and ran, carrying her cat. She started blowing raspberries, trying to get that nasty drool taste out of her mouth.
She was getting tired and tried to do what she normally does, but she couldn't. Where did her locket go? She felt around her neck, only to grasp air.
She got down on her knees and started a pointless search.
After about an hour or two going back and forth between the two places she had been, she started to sob. It wasn't there. It was probably picked up by some stranger by now. It was gone.
It was understandable. That locket held the only picture of her mom and dad, and the locket had also been her grandmother's.
She kneeled on the ground and let out everything that she had been keeping in.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her shoulders.
"Whoa, hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
She leaned on whoever the heck it was and just kept crying.
There goes her record of not crying in public.
"Hey what's the matter? You can tell me."
She recognized the voice but hung her head low.
Her cat relaxed next to her and fell asleep. It was a slow going Sunday, usually when Aline went to visit her grandmother in the hospital. But not today. Aline was scared to see her. Grand-mère had looked so much worse that last Sunday, but Aline decided not to dwell on that.
Trying to distract herself, she started talking to the sky.
"That cloud looks like an angel... and that one looks like... my locket."
She started telling a story to herself as she laid down on the green and welcoming grass.
"I spread my wings and fly through the great blue atmosphere, dipping down to drift across the lake. The water sprays against my fingertips and my reflection looks different today. I glide back up to the sky and feel the precipitation of the clouds, tasting the lovely mists that it brings."
Her story felt so believable. It felt like she wasn't even on the ground. Her eyes were closed, but she felt like she could taste the everything. The rain, the clouds, the air.
Wait, that wasn't a cloud she was tasting... Her eyes flew open as she realized the drooling Saint Bernard breathing in her face.
"WHOA MY GOD!" she yelled. "WHEN THE HELL DID YOU GET HERE?" She pushed the dog off of her and ran, carrying her cat. She started blowing raspberries, trying to get that nasty drool taste out of her mouth.
She was getting tired and tried to do what she normally does, but she couldn't. Where did her locket go? She felt around her neck, only to grasp air.
She got down on her knees and started a pointless search.
After about an hour or two going back and forth between the two places she had been, she started to sob. It wasn't there. It was probably picked up by some stranger by now. It was gone.
It was understandable. That locket held the only picture of her mom and dad, and the locket had also been her grandmother's.
She kneeled on the ground and let out everything that she had been keeping in.
Suddenly she felt an arm around her shoulders.
"Whoa, hey, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
She leaned on whoever the heck it was and just kept crying.
There goes her record of not crying in public.
"Hey what's the matter? You can tell me."
She recognized the voice but hung her head low.
