so dorky, i love it!
Innocent Oblivion
I walked down the path, holding my mother’s hand, counting the lines in the sidewalk, and wondering where I was and why we had come. I knew it was important, for my mother only dressed me up like this on special occasions. She let me wear my favorite dress, the one I had gotten for my sixth birthday.
My mother looked sad, and I had never seen her this way. When I pulled on her sleeve, she didn’t look over; her eyes were fixated on something in the distance. I looked around, but all I could see were perfectly aligned silver boxes stretching as far as I could see. Most were deteriorating, and you could hardly make out what was etched into them. The only thing on my mind was “I hope this isn't what we came to see”.
We gathered around a group of people all wearing black. Some were crying, but other than the occasional sniffles, sobs, and the trees rustling in the wind, there was nothing to be heard. I had just started stretching out my ears, fearing that I had lost my hearing, when a stocky, robed, bearded man started giving a speech. After so many holy-this’ and holy-that’s, I started dazing off. When my mother noticed, she shot me a pay-attention look, so I looked forward, admiring the pleats in the pants of the man in front of me.
When the robed man was finished, the crying became louder...either that or I had just regained my hearing. My mother then kneeled down and forced out the words “Alright, it’s time to go”.
I walked down the path, holding my mother’s hand, counting the lines in the sidewalk, and wondering where I was and why we had come. I knew it was important, for my mother only dressed me up like this on special occasions. She let me wear my favorite dress, the one I had gotten for my sixth birthday.
My mother looked sad, and I had never seen her this way. When I pulled on her sleeve, she didn’t look over; her eyes were fixated on something in the distance. I looked around, but all I could see were perfectly aligned silver boxes stretching as far as I could see. Most were deteriorating, and you could hardly make out what was etched into them. The only thing on my mind was “I hope this isn't what we came to see”.
We gathered around a group of people all wearing black. Some were crying, but other than the occasional sniffles, sobs, and the trees rustling in the wind, there was nothing to be heard. I had just started stretching out my ears, fearing that I had lost my hearing, when a stocky, robed, bearded man started giving a speech. After so many holy-this’ and holy-that’s, I started dazing off. When my mother noticed, she shot me a pay-attention look, so I looked forward, admiring the pleats in the pants of the man in front of me.
When the robed man was finished, the crying became louder...either that or I had just regained my hearing. My mother then kneeled down and forced out the words “Alright, it’s time to go”.