Me and my weird writings...
It's short. It's weird. It's some sort of fantasy. Once again weird. And most of all, never beta-read. And about death, losing, love... Just the basic stuff...
Tear
A tear rolled down her cheek. I wanted to wipe it away. But I didn’t have the means. I was there, yet I wasn’t. My spirit was there; my body was six feet below her feet. The rose she was holding fell on my coffin and the tear vanished to her neck. I reached my hand to her wanting to feel her. But when I reached her, she stiffed. Her head turned and she looked straight me in the eye. For a second I thought she was looking at me, but then I realized the she didn’t see me, she just felt something that she obviously couldn’t feel. She turned her gaze back to the coffin lying in the hole in the ground.
“Goodbye” she whispered and bends to throw a fistful of sand on my coffin. Her eyes closed and the tears flowed down her soft cheeks. Oh how much I desired to wipe those bitter tears away. She fell down on the ground and cried. I wanted to tell her it was fine, that I was alright, but how could I?
An arm twined around her shoulders and a voice, so close to mine whispered. “Mother… Let’s go…” She nodded and let the young man help her up. He looked so much like me, almost like a copy of my when I was in his age.
They walked to the people waiting on the path. I watched their backs as long as I could. I wanted to follow, but I was about to leave.
Something was glimmering on the ground just where she had been crying. I stretched my hand to it. My hand didn’t go through it, but I got it within my grasp. I looked at it. A tear rose to my eye.
It was time to go, and I was holding her tear close to my heart.
Tear
A tear rolled down her cheek. I wanted to wipe it away. But I didn’t have the means. I was there, yet I wasn’t. My spirit was there; my body was six feet below her feet. The rose she was holding fell on my coffin and the tear vanished to her neck. I reached my hand to her wanting to feel her. But when I reached her, she stiffed. Her head turned and she looked straight me in the eye. For a second I thought she was looking at me, but then I realized the she didn’t see me, she just felt something that she obviously couldn’t feel. She turned her gaze back to the coffin lying in the hole in the ground.
“Goodbye” she whispered and bends to throw a fistful of sand on my coffin. Her eyes closed and the tears flowed down her soft cheeks. Oh how much I desired to wipe those bitter tears away. She fell down on the ground and cried. I wanted to tell her it was fine, that I was alright, but how could I?
An arm twined around her shoulders and a voice, so close to mine whispered. “Mother… Let’s go…” She nodded and let the young man help her up. He looked so much like me, almost like a copy of my when I was in his age.
They walked to the people waiting on the path. I watched their backs as long as I could. I wanted to follow, but I was about to leave.
Something was glimmering on the ground just where she had been crying. I stretched my hand to it. My hand didn’t go through it, but I got it within my grasp. I looked at it. A tear rose to my eye.
It was time to go, and I was holding her tear close to my heart.